Cherrypicked stories
Ennui
My dad makes lists To entertain me At this age, I cannot explain That boredom is etched out In my eyelid veins That there is a reason Jade is my colour.
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A DAY WE REMEMBER story
Grandpa said, "I could help you catch the biggest fish of your life." And his grandson took the bait.
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- 2295 reads
Not the Maternal Type
Some women aren't meant for motherhood. My 200-word offering.
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What I Would Never Know ( My 200 Words)
Ma’s voice over the phone sounds anxious, “Mamon…how are you?” Long pauses between words. “Ma, is everything alright?” She blurts out, “Mamon, Dimma is no more.”
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- 1528 reads
Goodbye - Nostalgia Competition
Nostalgia Competition
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Things Untitled
On that particular Wednesday morning Titin did not have any classes.
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Soft charcoal lines...
poem
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Frown lines and empty baskets
I think it’s true that smell is the strongest trigger of nostalgia. Just cut grass and a hint of petrol reminds me far more of my father than a photo ever could.
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Lucky Thirteen
A totally self indulgent and sentimental 200 words. Today is a special day.
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This is Saturday
She says: 'I am as brittle As dog biscuits and my teeth Are as dusty'. Frets She will flake out On the sheets stained Clover green. I am not afraid. I love this girl to my bones,
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- 1848 reads
Bird Watching
Down by the stilled green water that offers no clue to depth, except that there is enough for some heartless bastard to drown six puppies in a sack, I wait, as I hear a dragonfly
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- 1706 reads
Mirror Lines - Prologue
This has had an edit. Any feedback gratefully recieved
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- 2149 reads
Every Word?
200 words that don't count
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A Murky Mind
I was drowning. Gagging and spluttering my way up to morning through a sea of deep-sleep snot. I reached for Kleenex. Ccchuuurrrpp.
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- 1502 reads
Seasons End
My top 10 books of the year.
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- 1757 reads
Submission
I don't know if it's possible to express dismay and relief at one and the same time but if it is, I just did. He'd demanded two-hundred! last time it had been fifteen-hundred and I'd struggled.
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GOODBYE YOUNG RUSSIANS - poem
Six weeks of summer-fun melted away.
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Coming, ready or not
A 200 worder.
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- 9911 reads
Christmas Shopping Blues.
A true story generated by a set of circumstances.
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- 2566 reads