Cherrypicked stories
Emma
I have known Emma since I was about seven years old. She delights on reminding me that we have been friends for over 20 years.
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Black Became Her
She'd never been attracted to him sexually.
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The Weight of the City
He knew the river as one does finally a friend; knew it when it was black, guarding at night time all the lights of London in its depths, and seeming in its vast silence...
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- 992 reads
Pandora
The summer was heralded By a chorus of ice cream vans Humming Green sleeves As they flowed through The tributaries of the suburb.
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The Going
I’ve died so many times in dreams Too dark to speak. Always in a lover’s Arms bathing in a stupid swoon that Covers like a caul. What is the point? Why does there need to be one?
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My Problem with Peyote
further to earlier Open Uni CW exercise, same premise, same opening paragraph,duly changed, different title see also http://www.abctales.com/story/ewan/life-history-guillermo-brown
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Persephone
Her whispers taunted him all night. This is a first draft and the first story I have completed in a long time, comments and thoughts appreciated.
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Black Rain
If the dead can die again, they did ... (Written with the help of source material from eye-witness accounts)
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The Protector
ever wonder what the noises in your closet in the middle of the night were?
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Yahtzee
The two of them, although they didn’t know it at the time, were heading for the end of the line. “Why didn’t we see Gerald’s garage?” asked Dave Dee.
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Between the Lines
(Edit 24/09/09 with a thanks to Nathan) ...that duck-shaped damp patch on the wall by our bed has come back ...
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Fishing For Catfish In The City's Drain.
In such a modern society, Its always a pleasure to enjoy both nature and the city; literally, Fishing For Catfish In The City's Drain.
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- 762 reads
Last Day at Lehman's
a bagatelle...a fancy... nothing really much
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Monday Sonnet: TS
A different kind of failure, Eliot said Of poetry – and won the Nobel prize. He preached humility, so no surprise. Hence, from under the shadow of his red
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Snails on the Floor of Heaven
Snails on the Floor of Heaven (22nd September 2008, 2.41pm) We stood under the almond trees, waving long canes like medieval jousters, bashing at the branches until they surrendered
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Steve from Research
He was on the train when he first felt it. Like a softening that lowered him further into the seat on the long, sapping journey. It wasn't a worry at first.
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- 801 reads
Dear under-neighbours, I live on the top floor
When you are asleep I am above you, awake, wishing this whole waffle-stack block would just vanish and leave us, for a moment, hung above each other, at intervals, unbedded,
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Copper reflects sunlight in a way people don't yet understand
He was a philanderer and a sycophant and I was too young to really know what either of those words meant.
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After the Ball
Life's no fairy-tale and I'm no Cinderella.
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The Philosopher's Wife
A painter, a philosopher and his wife.
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- 974 reads