Cherrypicked stories
Victoria Ward
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Prologue
The prologue to a book I started to write about 10 years ago but never got round to finishing. Sort of a comic fantasy thing involving the Horsemen Of The Apocalypse and a time machine.
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A Door (a play)
My entry for the next issue of Fuselit (theme: "Adore")
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Do you want to?
'Do you think I am fat?' Clara's voice sounded anxious. 'Well of course you are. But it's normal, you are pregnant after all,' John replied. The table fell silent. Most of the women were looking at their plate or at Clara, awaiting for her reaction. Sarah turned towards her brother and raised her eyebrows.
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My Android Hairdresser
She makes the usual small talk: "So, what is it like to have feelings?" I say you can easily chalk up most of them to strange swellings
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The Four Moments of Growing Potatoes
Poem has been temporarily removed and will be re-posted in October 06
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A love letter
A love letter My love, I promised I'd write. I've been well since that night I touched your breast, your thigh, And heard your sigh, My love. What now? That night was short, A simple snapshot caught
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A Novel: Signs Following (Prologue)
A mere dot on the state map, Dearing was more a religious cult with a sizable tract of cooperatively owned land than a community. Although it contained a bank, a general store, and a doctor's office, Dearing's population consisted of retired carnival freaks and their offspring for the most part. The good doctor, Rudolph Morton, had traveled with, practiced medicine on, the occupants of Dearing for many years, and had delivered most of the babies.
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LOCAL POET SLAMS PRESS
In case you haven't guessed, this is a hate poem about the local press. LOCAL MAN IN LOST TUPPENCE MISERY RESIDENTS SLAM NEW HOUSING SCHEME SCAMPI BINGE ENDS TRAGICALLY LOCAL PARAPLEGIC'S KUNG FU DREAM
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My Life Oy Vay 9 (Diary Of A Drunk)
My Life Oy Vay 9 Ex girlfriend phoned me after we spent a couple of days shagging and drinking together, after which remorse and a hangover set in. I told her it will never work between us because we always end up getting rat-arsed and ill. And one of us will die prematurely. Can you do that? Die before your time? It's one of the great ontological riddles of our time. So she accepted that I was right and left. So she called two days later when I was rattling like a pair of maracas. She said "Goodbye Stephen I said "Oh yeh goodbye. I put the phone down. I thought that she was just coming to terms with the separation, then I thought is she going to jump out of the window? But the way I felt at that moment I really couldn't care.
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I want a landscape that looks like its lost
I tell him that most days the sky is white,
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Purple Hat
She's bought a purple hat. But why??
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A Vickey Kind of Girl
He's good-looking, about thirty-five, and wearing a snug blue uniform. The intense stare directed my way tells me that he's curious; I suppose it's not very often that a small town cop finds a woman alongside Dogwood Avenue alone at midnight.
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A Linear Equation of Nebulous Portent
She struggled at first, still refusing to look at him, her heart thundering loud enough for Tillman to find its cadence and work within its beat. Her eyes on him and filled with approval was his only goal.
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The Shawl
I talked about needlepoint with a man from Kashmir.
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Jigsaw
Framed on a wall, a pretty picture with a piece missing;
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Sea Men
My hands slip on salt slicked handrail, feeling of touch drawn from my fingers by lead painted cold metal. Grasping tighter I steady myself and continue to squint ahead, the sting of wind driven sea sleet numbing my face, speech an effort.
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019 her skin untouched by time
I was putting out the rubbish when a loud giggle caused me to look up
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Buffalo's Southern Island
Buffalo's Southern Island It is a place that exists more in the minds of those who live there, than anywhere else. You won't ever see the designation for it on any map reference. But, you will hear
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018 her skin painted by time
I was putting out the rubbish when a loud fart caused me to look up
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