Cherrypicked stories
Evening in Paris
I used to ask her where she went most every night. “To see a man about a dog,” was always her reply
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- 1458 reads
B B
Beth Builder At ten years old I knew her name was alliterative But that’s not why she’d give Me thrills when she passed my classroom windowsill
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- 1263 reads
Alfie
We always said the booze would kill him...
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- 552 reads
Sourdough for Sara
This poem is about the suffering endured on the Oregon Trail.
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- 611 reads
A woman counts alone in flat 33.
We have exhausted all the usual explanations. Too fast for days, hours, minutes, it is not time she measures; except in her own ageing face in the dark mirrored window.
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- 752 reads
Myth (A Modern Fable) Day 1 [Screenplay]
A film shot and cut in my head
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- 776 reads
Millimetres
Maybe a bit sappy? A short story of endless love and moving forward.
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- 1165 reads
Sticky Fingers, Pt 6. On The Road.
The narrator gets serious.
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- 2512 reads
Commitment Cancelled!
A Poem
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- 1749 reads
Happy Hour in Hoboken
short and sour... like some drinks...
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- 2472 reads
Self portrait taken from a mobile phone
There is nothing of me here; only response and request; times and places; an odd draft of something long out of date. I do not keep everything I should; you are disappeared, even that photograph of us with the Tyne bridges glowing. It is old now. And gone.
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- 633 reads
Moonchild
Our pilgrimage, this - our last ditch attempt as if, by some miracle, this would make you well again.
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- 3511 reads
The Affinity IV
If you missed the earlier episodes of The Affinity, the story starts here: http://www.abctales.com/story/ian-hobson/affinity
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- 893 reads
Buttons
My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
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- 2998 reads
It's hard to imagine any of our friends will die
there is no time for asthma attacks or carbon monoxide poisoning, motorway pile ups or complications during minor surgery
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- 2125 reads
Discover the Bay
Hiya folks! Welcome to Aquarium of the Bay, where the fun never ends. If you’re not convinced, look no further than my face!
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- 1393 reads
The Adventures of Frank and Yakamura! (a tale composed of 17 chapters of exactly 50 words each)
Words are like small globules of slightly congealed slugslime.