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I should preface this very light piece by saying that I completely misunderstood the brief! Therefore this is one of two stories using the same song - this one, which is ridiculous, and doesn't meet the requirements at all, but which I didn't want to throw away, and a further one to come that I hope wont be.

Imagine if we couldn’t know the football scores for days and days, or how wars far off cease or grow ‘til someone ride by hazardous ways to file...

Chapter Six. A Missing Knight. Inga and Babbin climbed back onto their cart. “Turn right when you reach the forest road,” Calizone said. “The Palace...

Continued from Chapter 55: Bron-55 | ABCtales Tommy looked up from his toy truck and bus collection that he’d arranged neatly on the lino of the...

The Turning Point (A Quiet Arrival) Enter ‌ only one way in, and no way out! A ritualistic burial, trauma. All these thoughts, inside this grave mind...

A Future Form A calm night shelters us after the day's chime. Left its glow, an incandescence of faded remnants. That's its counterpart reflected...

Sunshine is absent Like a long gone 'sixties song- Waiting for the sun!

In the Bash Street Kids, there was always Smiffy. I loved Jimi Hendrix, he was very riffy. My first curry, produced excrement niffy. Even a day later...

Chapter Four. Arrival. Pentegfawr was the sort of seaside town that looked as though it had been put together by someone who liked the sea very much...