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Winter Dreams

On river of dreams I float, magical utopia where visions are fulfilled; breathing is effortless as I feel natural rhythm in balance with beating...
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Letter from a Daily Mail reader

Dear Jeff’s Sandwich Emporium I was shocked during a visit to your sandwich emporium, to find your menu saturated in ‘woke’ and ‘leftist’ sandwiches...
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Bus Pass [and BPL] Go Down to the Sea

Bus Pass was in double-oh-seventh heaven. After missing big screen ogling at Sean Connery in a cutoff terry-towelling-onesie, BPL had gone all ‘Pussy...

Loyal.

I have been with the same family run garage now for about twenty years. They know me, I know them. I don't even need to say my name when I ring up to...

Trying Not To Be A Statistics.

About five years ago in the TKMaxx sale I bought a lovely pair of mittens, but theses were no ordinary mittens, no these mittens are from Sweeden!...

The Sweetest Sound.

It snowed last night. My son works nights. I sent Daniel a text before I went to bed,late last night, I said, "PLEASE, when you get your lift home...

1:5:6 Agreements (Part 5)

Under the watchful gaze of the guards, Lore and Char moved towards the door; the black abyss that once filled the doorway dissipated, the new space...

I'm glad I'm not a penguin

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I'm glad I'm not a penguin Shuffling through the snow. I'm glad I'm not a penguin With no-one else to know Exactly where I'm going; Just a plan that'...
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The garden I lost her in.

A poem written in honor of a woman I lost.
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Drive (Dead Reckoning series - Part 36)

In which Josiah and Archibald make an unfortunate discovery, D.I. Wood tries to shed some light on the matter, and Samantha is concerned, unlike Mr. Strine.
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Life's Up and Downs

Begrudgingly decided against driving to Peterhead ARC cinema to see ‘Goldfinger’ retrospective. I don’t relish driving on icy country roads, even If...
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The Street Man

There’d been five sightings so far of the mysterious figure of a ghoulish old man in a tattered black suit standing on random streets, staring up at the viewer from the past when the van had photographed the street as it drove by. Tall, stooped over with arthritic pain, withered face with the blueish colour of death, the Street Man was a creepy enigma.

The Last Night Chapter 6 The Moon

Chapter 6 The Moon 19 Stunned and silent they made their way home, Ariel and Wyatt’s home anyway. Forrest’s home was three hours inland. Someone...
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The Good Old Days

Let's have some stew, Followed by a brew. Watch a quiz show, without a clue. There's a next door row between Heather and Hugh. Oh! And the telly's...
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Things to Do While it Doesn't Snow

Only hail stones and steel grey skies Tuesday. Still no snow, and the day never really got light. Polar night officially started a few weeks ago. I...
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Poem of the week

Winter

Pic from wikimedia
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The Field And The Flying Worm

The Field And The Flying Worm By Paul McCann Certainly or not there’s no need to understand anything in that distant field across the bridge . In...

Houston, We Have A Problem. Part Two.

While I waited in the doctor's surgery this morning, a young lad came in and he went to the lady at the reception, it was quiet in the waiting room...

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