Cherrypicked stories
Faith
Everyone, most of all Jim, knew he had no ‘Faith'. He shook his head, annoyed. No whispered prayer would bring this girl back to life.
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Room Five is Mrs. Jenkins
... or could be any one of us.
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He Brings a Tut
I try not to hate the school kids as I'm sitting on the bus hating the school kids.
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Grumpy Pants
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my happy trousers so I had to put on my grumpy pants instead. I didn't want to put them on, They're scratchy and itchy And make me cranky.
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feelings of scared
“We’d better microchip the children,” said Plummer – a bald man – matter of factly. “I’ve been thinking.” He nodded as he spoke in a way that was unsettling to focus on.
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Always Read the Label Chapter 26 Little Bird are you Happy in Your Cage?
What did I expect? An amusement park with bright flashing lights? It was for keeping people in and didn't need to be a tourist attraction to keep the visitors coming.
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Songwriter's Night
The Little Theatre I Possibly Am - Inspiration Point
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A Touch of Red
Each day that passes she dies a little more ...
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Dancing with a Tiger
It was a Sunday morning, wet and cheerless. Along the street the merriment of the church bell of ‘The Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary’ ding donged its way to 5am.
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The carpet washer
All Joyce wants to do is make a cup to tea for the workman. But something about them is troubling her. They are not all they appear to be...
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Outside the Hewitt, June
Poem about meeting someone for the first time and them making non-starter of a night, start.
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Fireworks in the Snow
The story of one remarkable lady.
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The star
James Irvine limped over to the mantelpiece. His leg had been hurting more than usual over the last few days and he found it difficult to stand still for any time.
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Go to Hell
It was a formal looking sign. The kind of sign that says "Hey, look at me. I'm better than you" to all the lesser signs of the world. -Welcome to Hell. No smoking, please -Ningún fumar, por favor
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Nothing But The Truth
An 'Equivoque' poem. By reading the odd lines only we get the opposite meaning to the one suggested by the whole poem.
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Daf is dreaming
Meral and Dafny poems!
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Rain in July
She taps her red pumps On the stool as she gazes Out of the window of the Samaritans Charity shop. She stands out Like a snow white moth Against a grimy window pane.
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Beauty?
Cigarette butts smudged into the stone Dreaming of smoke and skin Like an urban mural left to blemish The pavement
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She came back through the rain
She came back through the rain to me one day During that summer when I used to sit In that shelter on the edge of the park. I can’t remember what the reason was
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