Cherrypicked stories

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One Green Bottle

I'm having problems talking. It's all clear what I have to say, but she's just looking at me, bemused, half smiling, and embarrassed.
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On Temple Street

In the amber light of morning, after the markets, the street is awash: plastic and vegetable scraps lie at the feet of the last few Chinese hookers, standing in doorways, marooned in morning.
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Red Litmus

poem
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Nostalgia Competition

The Owlers Wife My Jemmys out tonight down Tenterden way a visiting his Father took sick at least I'm to say it or a drinking in Horsmonden telling tales
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AT MOOSONEE, ONTARIO essay

Suddenly, something ticked in my brain. Our ski-doo was heading for a narrow footbridge over the river and it was getting closer every second. "No, Denny, TURN!!"
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Chapter Five: The Old Gaol

He resembled a blighted potato. His skin was jaundiced and mottled and scabby and his eyes bulged as though he had been hung at some point but without any luck.
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Shattered Light

I had never felt so scared as the night I stole the hard light projector, but we had to find out if the effects were true, no matter what happened.
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Greetings from Inner Space

Greetings from Inner Space: Writer’s Blog Stardate 2412/2007 time 1915 S.F.T.*
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Nostalgia Comp

The Flight Back. Was that you at the airport? The back of your head, the model’s walk of nonchalance and the designer suitcase - compliments of Mastercard?
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Naked Tea

A chance meeting with William Burroughs in Fortnum and Mason's tea room.
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Mr Bleaney (pre-visited)

Mr Bleaney bagged the latex jumpsuit And stashed the hold-all in the usual hedge. Pushing open the guesthouse door his stoop returned. He tripped slightly on the wedge
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Eternity AM

Throughout the morning, a woman learns to listen through her baby's ears.
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Storm

It's a powerful thing.
Poem of the week

Seventh Circle

In Hell, We plunged arms Elbow deep into the firelake And pulled out black scarecrow limbs That dripped like toffee apples And fizzled like crack spoons. On burnt twig digits
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My life as a frog

I was a precocious child. I went straight from Peter and Jane to Lady Windermere’s Fan. Of course I returned later to Enid Blyton but it was with a certain aesthetic detachment.
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OB - Odd Ball

Enjoy reading? There can be more to it than meets the eye.
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Leaf Fall

The remaining leaves on the trees disappeared overnight
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Endogenous Zone

Endogenous Zone All we can do is sit publicly, politely tuck into a downstairs deep corner of a wine bar, or a pub so basic it has straw on the floor and welcoming anonymous gloom

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