Cherrypicked stories

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CONFESSIONS OF A STROKE VICTIM non-fiction

As part of my stroke recovery plan, I find it necessary to follow a daily regimen by occupying my mind, and at the same time assist my body to a more complete recovery.
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The Point

We’ll begin this time with the atmosphere—I am too tired to consider the vastness beyond. But you say no , you are not pointing at that.
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Muhammad Dali

Bagatelle... Or not?
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Windows of Madness (part 7)

At last, Steven manages a few hours away from the unit, only to find that the outside world looks all too familiar. It's make or break with Kate...
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An Englishman Abroad

Over-rated things; words.
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Trilobite Hatstand – Revolutionary Poet, Playwright And Arc-Welder

Trilobite Hatstand - the almost legendary poet, playwright and arc-welder - first met Aorta Mammary-Swelling at the gates of the world-famous Tipton shipyards.
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Relationships, Fear, Airport Surprises

"I won't lie to you," I said "I haven't got any coffee. I don't even like the stuff. I only asked you up here for some because I wanted to have sex with you.
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Remembering Fountains Abbey

Written for a challenge at UKA, the prompt was a picture of a teddy bear
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Theodore

Childish things.
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'Only God When he's Drunk'

"Don't you know there ain't no..' Tom Waits 'Heart Attack and Vine'
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Ninety-four Year Old Eyes

Grandpa Jose, my paternal grandfather, lives in our house. I go to his room every now and then to check on him and today I know he couldn't catch a glimpse of me.
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Strange Little Bloke

Why is it when you want to be left alone, that is when you're likely to attract the strangest folk.
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The Problem Of Time And Memory Lost

I like to think of that watch still lying buried on the river bed!
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NOBODY AND NO-ONE

Nobody’s felt you have nice eyes.
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Umlaut

Slightly strange poem about the humble German symbol, the umlaut.
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Wordsworth's Secret

Rhythm spreads from the poem in rings, vibrating the water, kissing my toes in iambic pentameter. It congregates around the couplet of my ankles.
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Bridge 1

Start of something...
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Eight Foot Blue - 2

Lily looked at me as if to say, hey you’re just a boy, and I’m a girl, and you’re shorter than me, so how could I possibly be interested in you?

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