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Black sorceress

black sorceress my heart impales at your voice what is my body if my heart and soul are lost if you wave goodbye and turn away I am lost if a desert stretches between us I am lost

Deconstructing Context 7

Now, there is nothing wrong with putting things in their context. After all, we are not God. But Postmodernism

Deconstructing Context 6

Now, you are ask why society is being fragmented on ideological and racial grounds. It is very simple. There is really no unified theory of the Universe.

No Time For Me

Ooooo Iv just had a naughty Thought,while the kids are A sleep I think a midnight Shower would be just What is needed right Now. In goes the bubble bath And Off with the clothes,

The End?

Beyond the gates, a whole world was out there waiting for us. Just me and Charlie, hand in hand, setting out for who knows what.

Beshley and Simone - Part Two

Aunty Joan looked old, impossibly old. She became old overnight when her only child Julian had taken his own life aged just seventeen, that was almost twenty five years ago.

Drowning

Terror on a peaceful day

Deleted (An extract)

An extract from a recent story written, Deleted. By me. Enjoy.

The Number 13

A serial killer has struck. 13 victims. 13 murders. 13 women.

Dying for a sunny afternoon

Inspired by a sunny walk yesterday.

Double Hearts

She had a future. No. She had two.

Orange-Reddy Sunsets

So clearly in my mind’s eye, What I see:

Beshley and Simone - Part One (Of Two)

That was the thing about Reading; it was just never quite, and neither could it be, a pleasant place to live.

I didn't forget, just didn't know I knew that !

I didn’t forget. I just didn’t know I knew that.
Cherry

Craven Danger at the Crossroads - Part Two

“All you have to do,” said the school attendant at St. Ignatius elementary school, “is to make sure no student gets run over. It’s simple. This is your stop sign and this is your whistle.

Love

A rather controversial take on love, but that's life.

4 LINE POEM

in short...

Deconstructing Context 5

Now, in this Nabokovian Universe, almost everything seems to be permissible. At the same time, not everyone is teeming with personality and character as in Nabokov's novels.
Cherry

Our friendship died today

the stubbled hegemony of your stench transporting me back to the time when were still able to drown out the static and sleep

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