Cherrypicked stories

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Cold Boudicca

Cold Boudicca her city suit armours her in cloth her woman self set aside and fallow trusts only herself wears knives on her chariot and crisped helmet hair cooks for one and sighs at the hopelessness of men
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Lily's Frillies

Another journal. Thoughts on a frilly hat.
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I Have Always Been Afraid of Air

I have always been afraid of air The swooping fall of space fast cold plummet Not a circle like a leaf but in deadly earnest I want a bigger life but not the empty air hold me in your arms
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What They Don't Tell You About Vasectomies

There's a secret about vasectomies that you don't discover until you're committed to the little operation. You have to have a lot of sex before it works. The actual operation is quite simple and painless: a bit of intravenous Valium takes your mind not only off your balls being cut on but pretty much everything else as well, and you're out of the doctor's office inside of 45 minutes. There's not a whole lot of pain afterward despite the location of said surgery, and you're back on your feet in a day or two. You can resume sex anytime you feel up to it; certainly within a week in most cases.
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The Breakfast Song

Oh marmalade on soldiers! Oh lovely jammy toast! These are the things I like to eat that mess me up the most. With yummy sticky fingers, and chocolate on my face, My prints and smears are everywhere
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8 August

A monday morning rant about space exploration, Jeremy Clarkson and nappies.
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gracious delay

Weeping ashes Cracked smiles bandage his leafy, dead autumn skin Skin, sheltered underneath this cotton sack
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simple sadness

It seems there's more money in blindness although amputees do ok
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Twenty Dollars Short

...The last town, if it could be called a town, was some thirty miles back, consisting of a dilapidated house trailer and a two pump gas station with a broken down rusted tractor in the parking lot.
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The Problem With Being A Broom

Hello there. My name is O'Riely and I am a broom. I've been a broom for as long as I can remember, twelve years or so if memory serves. The vast majority of that time I have spent propped up against the wall in a utility cupboard in Sheperton Studios which is a place where films are made just outside somewhere called London. I have it on reliable authority that things haven't always been this way. Long ago I wasn't a broom. I was in fact part of something called a tree, two trees actually, but I have no way of verifying this. I can only ever remember being a broom. If I was ever anything else then it wouldn't have been me so I don't remember. Obviously.
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Lily Green and the Tree Fellers

It is the last day of the Easter holidays and Lily Green is lying in a big puddle of sunshine under the Chestnut tree on Bottle Bank Lane. Lily is eight years old. She has eyes as green as early acorns and a scattering of nutty freckles, like daisies on a lawn. She stretches out and tickles her cat Compo under his chin, which makes him fall over with happiness and waggle his legs in the air.
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Modern Female Dominant

First kinky item for the new site
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Me and Bobby Moore (A radio play)

SCENE 1 ELVIS PRESLEY'S 'MYSTERY TRAIN' FADES IN, THEN DISSOLVES INTO QUICK EDITS OF THE 1966 BBC WORLD CUP FINAL COMMENTARY. THIS THEN DISSOLVES INTO THE GENERAL NOISE OF FENCHURCH STREET RAILWAY STATION IN THE YEAR 2005. FADE.
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Island of Dreams

My journey always ends at the Great Pumpkin.
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We Never Talked

I don't know But it's nothing new How to scrape The colour of you Off my hands They're sore From dragging your ghost Across the floor
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Naomi and the Undertaker

Life in a small town!
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The Tree House

Growing up with a stone up your nose.
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A Wee World For Wee Ones

A boy falls down a hole in the ground and ends up in a fantastic world so different to anything we can ever imagine .
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Four Letters

A story in four letters
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Times Like These

written to The Killers' Mr Brightside.

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