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skim

to skim or not to skim, that is the question
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Growing Up

Competition Entry: poem
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Changes to the Recipe

Competition Entry!
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Nightmare on Third Street - Chapter Two

Dominic was up before me, making noise in the bathroom as he flushed the toilet with his sleepy little hands.
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Nightmare on Third Street - Chapter One

"What happens next?" he asked me in that quiet, childlike voice of his.
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Growing Up - Competition Entry

Competition Entry for Growing Up
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Hit the Black

"Hello?" "John, it's me, Mark. We need to talk." "What's wrong?" "There's been an accident..." It was 6:30 am when John hit the black.
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Autumn Chill

No amount of Summers Can make up for a bitter Autumn
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Letter

Competition Entry
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Echoes of a Dream

The Holocaust
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"A Christmas Story" a true story

For 12 years the author played Santa Claus in New York City in response to letters by poor children addressed simply to "Santa Claus, North Pole".
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Teenage Rebellion

and I’d hear Steve Lamacq say ‘Sleeper are at Shepherd’s Bush Empire’ and he may have been mentioning Tolkien villages
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Just Running

Competition Entry: Growing Up
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the rise of the ants

Because she really wanted one, and because I generally like to think I’m a decent enough guy, I bought my girl an ant farm as a present last Christmas gone.
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The Last Summer Night

The Last Summer Night (6th June 2008, 9.17am) This is the Last Summer Night that I will spend dancing in tents under stars flooded with the scent of crushed grass,
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Concentration

They barely rest, heads bowed, eyes begging. Their whole body flinching in the heat, front legs kneeling to the monotony. They heave against the sagging fence
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Understanding doesn't come with age

The cashier, 'Debbie' her name-badge read, waited. Sitting in the trolley my patient little boy, waited too. I fumbled with my purse dropping my change on the counter.
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Stopping Train to Hull

A train journey from a long time ago....
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GENRE SPECIFIC

Her face is a brood of sullen glances stolen from silent screen actresses
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Encounters

In the morning she was gone from him Leaving soft traces of sleep On his cheeks.

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