Cherrypicked stories

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I Could Have Written A Book About ...

IP. Some things about me ... as seen through the eyes of another.
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CharlaXDarwinianDay

The computor does not operate off line there just is not a function for a no legged beast to find unless it is the ether zone that funds it. Check again on program funding.
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Scars and Dreams

Sad, erotic tale of a Byronic hero playboy and a Barbituate-popping divorcee.
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Apostasy

Metamorphosis.
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Ears of Corn

Finally we reach our destination, the old rusted farm gate that is the entrance to our playground.
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Dance of the Nymphets

The guests are disappointed that there isn't a stripper. More than disappointed, for the party was talked about and built up all week at school.
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Mr. Men

Short short story
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peeps

we have a heather and a jena and a lou-ou-ise we have a lesley and rhianna and a ly-yn-sey we mess around at lunch time and are so-sill-y we are often normal but are some-times-kin-ky
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Windows of Madness

Steven is a psychiatric nurse close to burn out. His mind begins to merge with the madness which surrounds him.
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Flow

Jay-Z narrates a lost child through the Tate Modern.
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A to Z

A poem born of this week's Inspiration Point.
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Paperbacks

We know where the wireless hotspots are
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February

The world is angled in black and white. I long for the soft curves of spring and all its shapely colours, blooming like a fist unclenched.
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Ranch waitress

Ranch waitress, ham fisted men have dreamed of you fingering yourself in the bathroom; they tell you in mornings when the day is banana bread. Give me your kidney, no, your knickers,
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Evening Ferry

Evening Ferry I watch her board, my black-haired girl, leaving me once more for the family that is not hers, but swallows her youth in their service. When she leaves me
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In the Beginning

This was a recent commission from the Science Museum. I had to write a story inspired by the Big Bang. I've tried to turn it into a love story, of sorts.
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Speaking of the Dead

I levitate the hatstand. In theory I could leave, but what comes out is like a language only twisted, not our own.
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Love needs an object 07_02_09

Love needs an object. It was love at first sight. Not only did I know, in that deep knowing that’s nothing to do with knowledge, it was as if it was already a fait acompli. Journey’s End.
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The Man Next Door

Strange thing - that sixth sense of ours.
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the girl with hands like an alien zygote

There is a girl I know, local girl, with hands like an alien zygote.

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