Cherrypicked stories

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Mabel takes Roxy

Handbags at dawn as two mini media types meet over the magazines
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Goodbye to Jane

Goodbye to a real hero.
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Noah's Story

Part 3 of my story The Solitude of Fireflies.
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Theatre Toilet Tale

Backstage back chat with a toilet cleaner of theatreland, working through personal resentment during a Summer Season
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Illusion

Follow up of Birdman, found under my collection entitles "The Solitude of Fireflies"
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Flavia's Full Fat Granita

Swift coffee in an internet cafe sparks a domestic.
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B & Q

And we have whisked down We are redecorating We are upholstering We are shelving We are slopping paint onto walls Mine is Russian Velvet She can't decide between Laguna Landscape
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The Phantom of Ravenscar

They never found her body. One would think that, High on a bleak, treeless headland Finding a girl’s body would be easy But nobody ever saw Adelaida again Some think that the ravens
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Last Thought To Pimlico

To her. He was one of those days. An unpaid bill. Spilling blood on his sold life. He took the wrong turning, into her chocolate coated eyes. She melts away now. He sucks her wrapper.
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Willie McHaffie and the Sundance Kid

A short bank job story written from three different viewpoints.
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candyfloss

love means never having to betray your social worker
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Thanx 4 the ad.

Thanx 4 the Ad. We’ve bitten the Apple and the fall was groovy This is My Cool Album, This is My Great Movie Everyone’s creative, cos everyone’s got Photo Shop
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The Art of Human Sacrifice

The Art of Human Sacrifice
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this is the winter of our discount tents

Call him Steven spread thin on cheap seats as the track unfurls. Everyone on the train turns sound down but keeps earplugs in. Steve makes a microphone from his Strongbow can
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Candida

Call off the multi-billion dollar hunt for slivers of Martian ice, for abductees and floating rings of lights. The aliens are in my cunt. Inexplicable ectoplasm,
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A Blackbird Burial

I found you on the pavement Hot, dry and ousted Amongst the litter Carefully I lifted you A watery, wormy, fishy bread mix You got your eyes open, blackbird
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David 1917

I remembered your foot pushing towards my face through the grass.
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Summer Rain

The metal burns my hands as I tear it away. I snatch her up in my arms, holding her limp body close. I only hear the harsh buzzing of static as I approach the crowd. (edit)

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