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Island Hideaway 50 - Megabastard Inc​

We didn't spend much of our time together, of course. We were doing different degrees with different timetables, I had the radio, writers group,...

The World

is a fine place to be even during its haughty moments and when evening kisses the mountain edge twilight shows its face and soon to be darkness and...

A Mother’s Leaving

It is hard to leave the family home that you’ve known and loved for so long , buy its even harder when a son or daughter has to make that call for...

Country Living

Sketch an outline of a farm where people live with chickens and cows horses and a llama or two – now add a house porch and a huge barn full of hay...

Do You Know Who I Am? Part Two.

Do you feel the world is broken? (We do) Do you feel the shadows deepen? (We do) But do you know that all the dark won't stop the light from getting...

Do You Know Who I Am?

A Minister kidnapped in Nigeria on 2nd of January 2020, the Reverend Lawan Andimi, was shown in a video as the, ‘world’ held its breath and prayed...
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Island Hideaway 49 - Go, Go, Go​

I woke up to a text message six days letter, from a number I didn't recognise.​ ​ "All ready. Will be there around midnight. Be ready to go. Eddie...
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Island Hideaway 48 - Two lonely modes connecting, but not connecting

After the elephant we never spoke again about going out. We just accepted it. Well, I just accepted it. ​​​ ​ With the relationship issue firmly...
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Island Hideaway 47 - Just one last thing before I go​​

The night before Mo left she came into my room during the night. I was asleep at this point but woke at the noise, woke at the noise of her removing...
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Changing Hands (revised title)

Based on a poem I wrote several years ago. There might be more . . .

An Open Door

Chancer was in his early fifties when he decided to revisit Belfast , and his village of Ardoyne where he grew up . With some time to spare nothing...
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This is a poem written by an old pen pal of mine from 1995. I think his name was Chris, but cannot be sure as he always signed his letters with a C...

Best And Fairest

It was a wet and cold evening on The Bone Oval and Brickfield United were in the middle of their training session . Keith Allsworth the coach was...

Chapter One

Ember looked around, the deafening sound of the rushing river only made her more paranoid. She ran in between the buildings, pushing her way past the unsuspecting people around her out the way. She gasped for breath as she came upon the damned bridge as tears welled in her eyes; She opened her mouth to shout at the black-haired Néko woman about to walk onto the bridge.

Tears on the GJ day

Tears on the GJ day Dreamt we sweet, never smelt a defeat together at our Alma-mater to be the world-beater, stay bonded as teenagers upholding it...

New life for a hot-water bottle cover!

My face is not appealing, my tummy is concealing a heart that can be hot to cheer a chilly spot. But now I’ve lost my purpose, I’m limp and lying...
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Poem of the week

After Oświęcim

...because I always write something, around this time of year, about this. Because it did happen, and still happens, in a less methodical way. Because to those who say, 'it can't happen here', I say it can. Original image by xiquinhosilva, fiddled with by author. Source wiki-commons. Used under licence CC2.0-Attribution.
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The Girl From High Society

The Girl From High Society – By Paul McCann Christine was born rich and lived a very comfortable life . Anything she wanted she could have, but there...

My homework

I was given a list of words I had to use in a story as homework…. Here it is enjoy. It must be coming to that time of year again seeing as you’ve...

Power Struggle

Ember was shoved into a prophecy that she didn't ask for. She must bring glory to the humans and die for it as so many other Neko's have before her...

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