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Something Rotten
“Why do we have to study Shakespeare, anyway?” I recall Joshua sneering, his shirt hanging out and pinging a ruler off the chipped end of the formica...
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iEssex
iEssex basically every sentence in essex starts with basically and ends in babe babe and basically essex is actually made up out of e’s and sex to...
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The Bus
The Bus Chortling in my boyish way, I thought someone must surely pay, But there she was, Her bulky fat and scraping shoe, Quite unable, to give her...
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Marriage
When the sky is falling and the clouds come tumbling down – you are there and when our children drive us from here to there in unholy abandon you are...
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Comings and Goings
Not a spring chicken but a seasoned hen. (200-word flash fiction)
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SAD
It is dark; the sun never seems to rise. There’s no lark to mark the day; the night sighs as it grows weary, I feel fearful, I feel teary. It is dark...
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Life On Show
Life On Show By Paul McCann There's a trout about to wriggle There’s a pig about to go oink , There’s s child ready to giggle and there’s someone...
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emptying the sea
And a Sisyphean task it is... image source wikipedia commons, but I fiddled with it a bit... used under CCA_SA 4.0 licence image photograph: Earlyspatz
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Independence
My name is Simon McTafferty, And I'll be having no depravity. I could na find your lavatory. So I pissed on yon fine Apple tree. (Extending hand)...
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Water
. A Cinquaine Water By Paul McCann Water. A peaceful place . Uncluttered innocence . Time out in peaceful surroundings . Retreat
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What Makes You , You .
. What Makes You, You . By Paul McCann . If you were blue I’d say to you I love everything about you If you were yellow , white or pink I’d feel the...
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The Three Gardens. Part Three.
I live in a terraced house; we share the entry and have our own gate into our own back garden. Both gates are always shut, the entry gate is always...
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Kinsalgaria 2
Kisngalria still carried the sockeyed salmon, even though it had begun to stink. He passed the old graveyard and continued down the sand dunes. He...
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"Thank You."
Thank you to the Restaurants, Fish & Chip shops, the Working Men’s Clubs, the Churches, the Synagogues, the Mosques. Thank you also to Ray’s...
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Thanks For the Memory
Paul Harvey, a composer with dementia whose piano-playing went viral meets students he inspired.
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The Hotel at the Edge of the World
John and Ali were star-crossed. They had met as teenagers at a night club. John had spotted Ali and Tina looking over a balcony at the dance floor...
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Behold The Faerie Realm Part Two
Part Two Rowana had got the Gnome village crier to announce a meeting at midday on the green and all fay were to attend. There was much gossip about...
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To Dance at Twilight
How beautiful the evening light as it descends slowly from within its former bright. No longer time to prance about nor shout out loud as it hides...
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