Cherrypicked stories

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Poised tense against Serrated edges of my teeth

The back of my brain is bored Now that I know writing on camp mats is allowed I collect the little black bugs that nub my collarbone and hold them snug. My face under the coloured canvas is enchanted.

Silent night, I thought. Silent day. Silent life.

The walk to the castle made me sweat

As she walked, the light seemed strange, curling around the buildings and trees and cars like a gas. She could see the colour in the air around her, it was yellowish, sickening. Her panicked breathing returned as she realised that she did not know where she was.

A Foxy Lady unwittingly provides a new identity for a newcomer to the town - but at what risk to herself?

and now, instead of the usual morning platter of sparrow guts and mouse cerebral matter, he drags in red-haired girls, clothed only in bandages, with phony naive stares and silly names. Furthermore, I swear

...guess that's the bloody trouble can't run away from yourself and that's a fact...