Cherrypicked stories
A 21st Century Romance
200 words.
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Big Issue
On the way to the 25 I smack into a tramp On the underpass. There is a bike angel behind you, he shouts. We all have one Yours is in Gemini yellow he wants you to remember
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Janet & John's Bookshelf
poem written by accident whilst clearing house
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The Seal Hunters
'I like the story about Yonkla,' said Yolli. 'Can you tell us that one again?'
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Humanity Made Sadness An Illness
I have spent many years learning to cope with my own depression and helping other people with their's. I came to the conclusion that mental illness is basically unhappiness.
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Dirt: A Noir Story
(edited) Ch 1 Taylor “Have you ever tasted dirt? Have you ever felt your heart stop, if only for a minute? Have you ever smelled the sweet odor of wet earth, and swallowed it?"
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Bravefart
This is the first part of one of the chapters contained in the author's first novel, "4-4-3", that can be obtained by visiting www.4-4-3.co.uk
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Going to get me
Celia Boydell is a girl who thinks that Hershey’s Kiss chocolates are the turds of glam rock squirrels she keeps a fistfull in her pocket and hangs out in parks.
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Protest
I am staging a bed-in. It has been 4 hours and The press haven't arrived yet But I have told Clair And she says it all sounds Deeply political. My props: a Sandy Denny album
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Men of Bees
Men of Bees From Bethnal Green down to the Boleyn they buzz around, bit of business here, bit of business there …
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Breakfast
The trailer door always makes me cringe when it opens late at night It creaks with guilt, it screams with caution and slowly closes with a sigh
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All About Me and You
All About Me and You I’m the kind of person who would have gone to a public witch burning to find out what kind of kindling was hip,
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Old Roses
Old Roses Old roses underplanted with lavender banked purple petticoats solid as old money and a well trained chorus a Jacobean courtyard of mellow stone seems to be theatrically painted
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Leeds Station
The 'Garment Doctor' fails to spark a smile and my spleen tantrums in sloe berry explosions, popping as each departure is called. A sign for 'Emotional Engineering' is not meant for me,
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chapter thirteen: memory lane
It had been three months and we still hadn’t exchanged any form of communication, as per the anti social behaviour order. Three months. Ok, so I had reduced the obsessive compulsive stuff.
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Heatwave
Claire had only known Petri for three months before he moved into her small top floor flat. Friends attributed her impulsiveness to the heat. It was the hottest summer in living memory.
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The Note
The note is held, there, in the centre of the still room. It seems even breathing stopped. As though that one note holds all living pulses within its own bounds.
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He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy
He hoped to keep the mortar sturdy The surveyor was sleeping; eyes mansard, mouth gabled, snores monopitch. He dreamt he built a house on a cliff-face
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