Cherrypicked stories

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Ten-Minute Mutiny

(10/04/06) Cover from Don DeLillo's "Libra"
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Greasy Joe.

A sort of prose/ poem. Greasy Joe. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kids can be cruel; it's a fact of life. But we never meant it Not to go so far Not to string you up Like the chickens. Greasy Joe, we called you that
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Shoes.

Tip-tap, tippety-tap, my heels strike the wooden floor, bounce off the walls of the tall corridors and echo in my ears. (I imagine thousands of dwarves delving in the deep of Moira, each hammer stroke painstakingly working on a tiny piece of carving) such is my imagination. The familiar feel of a panic attack starts in my booming heart and the corridor starts to recede into darkness, a long tunnel with no beginning and no end. I'm rooted to the spot, unable to move. I'm hyperventilating, I know it, and stretching out a hand to steady myself I'm falling again¦
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Grandad

Snuggled about a winding road, deep in a valley of yellow and green, lay a village at rest. Two shops, a church and a quaint cafe that couldn't be seen from just round a bend. Blink and you'd miss it all. Blink, and you'd miss a little house, nestled back from the road. An elderly widower lived there alone. Lithe and content in the warmth of his home, he wore a flat cap on his head, baggy twill pants, and a woollen scarf at his neck. His days began . . .
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Electric

the boiler started booming like hip hop
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Where Have all the Insects Gone?

I was born in the long hot brown burnt summer of 1976 that saw England invaded by swarms of ladybirds. I know because I've seem crackly television footage of seaside-day trippers fighting them off along the Sussex coast. Perhaps that is why I became a zoologist, perhaps some summer bugs got under my skin before I could even walk.
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Purple

I had dreamt of purple and you had laughed at me. Deep baritones of laughter that painted around us with heavy strokes and we were encased. Thick purple paint. And as we lay there, naked and coloured, and your arms wrapped round me like dominoes, I blinked and squirmed from the weight and light of it all.
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Two hundred and six bones

"That machine we made, I say. "You look tired, she replies. My soft grey hub assesses the stimuli. "Old computers build new computers, I explain. "Why did you sleep with my friend?
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To the Boy

Edwin Probert: Six foot three, child in the head
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The Empty Signpost

It's a complicated situation as we learn each others signs Tossing turning and twisting, hoping you can read my mind Shy and uncertain as we glance at each other, with legs only half entwined The desire to be held by you closely is the look you could see in my eyes
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For Example

From Straddle. Check us out at www.fuselit.co.uk .
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If At First

From Catapult.
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Snowblind

Resubmission
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Alley cat

Submission for Fuselit: Snarl
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The Growth Of Malcolm

We did not go To Thralton Toys and Models Even though my Dad Had said Because you see He tricked me And we went To Thralton Hospital Instead. And then my Dad he told me Before he tried to hold me
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Tick-tock

The crocodile took the man on a busy Sunday afternoon in the park.
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The Day-Star

Chopping up strawberries to add to our branded Pimms jug, I realise why I distrust summer ' its arrogance ' the hyper-reality of sunlight, those overexposed July mornings; we chat with our palms pressed flat to the sky, crowns of light brambling through our finger-slats.
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Number Phobia

Number Phobia Secretly I'm stupid light fingered Dawn has nothing on my round white heels

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