Cherrypicked stories

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Tomorrow Never Comes

A little philosophy
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The Fragrant PA

I was lucky enough to have this published in "Writers' Forum", and I thought I'd give it another outing.
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Magnets, bulbs, batteries

Like a fresh start, a wrong turn, a shortcut out from a 1987 school canteen que where you are polite to dinner ladies, let bullies make you eat eggs and do not know who Nivarna is.
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A Song of Smoke - Chapter 1

A first coy look at my burgeoning opus. Interested in reactions - does it hook you well? Atmosphere? Do I dump too much information?
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Get the Hell Out of There

This is about my experiences of Claustrophobia and how I think people should react to uncomfortable experience.
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One Last Time…

A Villanelle to my late daughter.
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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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