Cherrypicked stories

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Awakening

After aeons of sleep, Adam woke up. For an immeasurable time he had been lying naked on soft grass,
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Practice Makes Perfect

Experiment in genre 1: 'horror'...not a very nice story, so be warned...criticism most welcome!
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Gone fishin'

Take care if you go fishing, the oceans may hold a darkness that just could get on your line
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Presents of Mind

A 200 word sort of IPOW story thing.
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making history

season's greetings
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Magic is in the word Pho

Magic, ventriloquism, soup, buffalo - what more could someone want in a poem?
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Isolation

Someone take these dreams away – that point me to another day A duel of personalities – that stretch all true realities
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Chapter Nine: The Blackest Hair

The one that was smirking was skinny with the blackest hair she had ever seen.
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I Was There! (Nostalgia Comp)

I shouldn't really have been there and but for the intervention of the Furies I wouldn't have been.
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Peas and Melon

Mushy peas and watermelon - suprisingly delicious.
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We Boycott the Water Ban

Cows dip their tongues through the wire curling them around unmown grass already fully acknowledged and tutted at by neighbours Poppies drop red petals on gravel
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End of the Line

As the queue moves steadily forwards and I stare at the bald patch on the back of Valerie’s head, I’m thinking back to Saturday night, when you asked if I was busy, said you could get me a pass.
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Verbatim

Nothing to say.
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Circle Line

Darling, I have tracked you On every coloured thread Of the rail map. I could go on About empty tunnels Missed stops Old, old signals. How it is when 4am cakes my lids
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Venus

Thus they stayed, their mating act covered by the sheet of water as they swayed with the rippling waves - Venus, rising from the water, holding her lover-son in her arms...
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I Miss You Much

I awoke this morning with the rays of the sun showering into my room. Many colors stimulated my senses, warming my thoughts and each part of my body that was exposed to the rays.
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small mercies

self-parody?
Poem of the week

Growing Feathers

Growing Feathers I'd like to grow feathers as long as houses on wings as wide as a bus great cushion hands instead of claws for holding and scooping children and there would be golden sunset
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Bus

last winter´s icy finger...poem

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