Cherrypicked stories
a-typical love story
They met in an All Bar One. Office girls in push up bras. Nylon ties on seat backs. Carbonated comfort in pints and possibility on tap. C'mon let's race. It was Thursday night.
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Smell
It's an appallingly hot day, the hottest in decades, and by the look of the crusher this is a once in a lifetime smell. Pure, concentrated stench
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I guessed your Yahoo Password
I typed in Portsmouth the name of the football team whose replica shirt your once wore at a funeral. I was amazed when access was denied.
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C and G
too busy conducting the York Minster choir and going out to Taiwanese restaurants with celloists.
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In Flight Entertainment
i 35,000 feet up we are skimming the biggest lemon sorbet the world has ever seen and if I could find a giant scoop somehow containerise it market the product as GOD'S PUD I could give up work
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Journal 3rd Sept 2005
And a new journal is started under the new moon. To the sound of my skin splitting and my brain going mad, my body dancing in a frenzy of shaking, joy, misery, loneliness, bliss, gratitude, madness, tears, despair, laughter, hope, panic, anger, fear. I am raw. And full of light. The void, ever closer, ever more real, never more of a mirage. But still, it scares the shit out of me.
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R U TEXTING YOUR LOVER?
When can I c u again? When is a good time 4 u? Now if u can handle it! I luv the things u can do.
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Good Girl
I keep myself to myself, I smell the gulaš in her kitchen she cooks daily, her children fight but her husband says nothing.
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Worth it
Various scribbled danced about the page. They were useless. No point to them, like the many before, them. I scrupled up the paper into a wrinkled ball and threw it onto the seat opposite me. _______________________________________________________________________ I looked at her. Sleeping. She looked beautiful when she was sleeping. Even more beautiful than normal. If that was possible. And she was mine. At last. Finally. Deborah. ______________________________________________________________________ "Leoni! Get down from there. You're making a fool of your self. NOW! I said sternly, as my daughter leaped and jumped about on the already packed carriage. Why was she playing up now? It was only a couple of minutes left till we had to get off. _____________________________________________________________________ A young girl started scream. I kneeled up on my seat and turned round to look. The young girl was about 6. Her mother was the mother of 5. Poor woman. The whole carriage was looking. The mother's weary, tired eyes looked around. I tried to look sympathetic, but obviously failed as she turned away and began hissing to her children. Is that what motherhood's like? Being judged, looked down upon, and tired? Lonely? Agitated? Frustrated?
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The Columbus Crocodile
The Columbus Crocodile We were in the Alcazar Palace, in Seville, when we looked up into the rafters of the castle hallway. There, we saw the stuffed body of a crocodile, hanging from the rafters. It looked interesting enough, but they don't have crocodiles in Spain. We asked the tour guide where it came from. He didn't know, but went and asked one of the palace guards. The man's face brightened when he began to tell the story.
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Sensing.
As you breathe I almost hear you. When you sigh It's audible too. When your pulse throbs steadily As you sleep, So it becomes me. I see your arms Thrown wide, Your scent unconfined
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Sparrow
Once, when playing football Sparrow's studs slid into my knee. Blood dripped out like a fountain pen.
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LUSTFUL CONVERSATION
"Have you no boots on?" he asks. "Oh, of course I have," she says, "They're shiny, black and high-heeled, And cover most of my legs."
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A sure thing
When he rubbed his eyebrow at the roulette table it signified nothing.
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the fridge: messages from the dearly departed
THE FRIDGE. Maiko returns to his apartment with his friend. Her name is Padi. On entering the apartment she notices the fridge right in view as you enter. " Hey, have you guys bought a fridge, she asked, sounding surprised.
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The Church of Vengeance.
For a brief moment, in a decade known for aberrations in musical taste, Paul Jobson was almost famous. Working as a sound engineer for a recording company, he was one day given the chance to produce in his own right. And the single he produced, a novelty 45 performed by a TV soap star and a choir of school children, achieved a fame of sorts, or rather notoriety, due to certain allegations concerning the soap star and members of the under-age choir.
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The warmth
Standing there, A huge smile on his face, In a suit, Crimson tie, White lily in his top button hole, My husband-to-be, The man I'd been engaged to for a year nearly, Yet now, I feel like a stranger,
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Roxie Hides in Amish Country with Phoebe, Yippee and a Bottle of Black Ink
She loved the stories of the dark barns with canopies of tobacco leaves hanging in their furthest recesses, as they reminded her of herself curing in the hidden sanctuary of simplicity.
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Real Love and Doors
Wait. Did Cowboy decide that? God, now Cowboy has all the power - he is feeding off me! Oh Christ, no wonder he is so huge! i need to start another force field, i need to alleviate this pressure fast before everything spins out of control - but we are alone - so alone, completely alone, where did the rest of the world go?
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