Cherrypicked stories

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Diary of a Self-Harmer

Today I’ve done something stupid again. I’m lying at the bottom of the stairs and I can hear two teachers saying: “Come on Sheila, stop being silly. Get up now.”
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The [weather] Girl

She's a prude to the eye and a whore to the ear.
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Queen Of Her Savannah

The cat, Plum, died three weeks ago today.
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The Swordfish And Shave

The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight, the virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the
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Out of the Ashes

Could it be happening again? Was it possible this baby would die, too?
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The Other Woman

200 words.
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Movement

She moved briskly through the wintry evening. Every step seeming to crack the frozen ground and threatening to gape open beneath her.
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Come On, Cocktease

A modern remix of Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress.' Read the original here: http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
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Stephen Hughes

I want him to open up like a patio door
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Very Bad with Money

I have been barred from PartyPoker
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As I rounded the corner late summer afternoon at fifty

As I rounded the corner late summer afternoon at fifty I was blowing kisses at the roaring dragons, I was raging my ragged water song.
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The League of Beggars

The wondrous tale began with the sight of the beggar on the byways of that ancient town.
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Jack the Lad

I lay awake in my bed, counting cobwebs on the ceiling; until Jack staggered up to my door and threw it open. “Time to get up,” he grunted. Counting cobwebs must be like counting sheep.
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Shame, shame & a lousy nickname

Based on a true story. Title poem from the new collection.
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Brown UFOs

Haiku
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Errata: Eighteenth Episode - Gunishment

Gazing out through the mirrored visor I finally saw the world through the eyes of a City Peace trooper. The suit cut off all peripheral vision. It was just like wearing blinkers.
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Ancient Gags in Limerick Form

From me, a bit of fun for a change. Your favourite jokes from school converted into that much maligned form: the limerick.
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Hello Sailor

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The Belt

I must have done something to deserve it, I don’t recall. Slouching from the room I’d muttered and mumbled and my father - drained from a business trip - had heard

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