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The Lore Won

They rapidly accelerated. Lagging behind their tendril, Lore flew across the arena. Rhy’fel’s staff had barely left their hand and was travelling...
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Parables of Clippety (15) - The Overworld

There was a tense silence with both women wondering why the receptionist looked so concerned. A very short man with a hooked nose walked over very...
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In the sun

The rays of the sun Kissing my heart to it’s content Musings of fun That has gone unspent Leaving me at dusk then remembering me at dawn Before my...

when i wake up tomorrow

When I wake up tomorrow I'll turn and you won't be there but I feel you in the air when I wake up tomorrow and I sit and brush my hair and for a...
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Cutting It

(Based on Adrian Mitchell’s ‘To Whom it May Concern’) I woke up in my head today It wasn’t the nicest place to play So fill my mouth with lager Tell...

Living Alone

No family no friends just on my own the whole time just a handful visits and mostly work related. You know you are alone when … At last you've got...
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I Remember Nothing

Sunday morning came. At least I think it was morning. It was light anyway. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, and I was sweating like hell. There was...

02.3 Rubicon

Forty minutes passed. Franco Ruiz had not reached the hotel. He was about to make his mind to go and make that call when he saw the countess enter...

Digital Palimpsest

Is such a thing possible? Probably not, as anyone who ever lost a manuscript to a hard disk failure will know. Image from nosher.net No known copyright issues.

A Poem Called Love

Dad wore a nasty chip on his shoulder when he returned from WW 11- spent 4 years there too much time everyone agreed. Pressing booze to his lips...
Cherry

Night Cycling, November

Dark road riding in the fast lane Swishing spray from wheelrims spin Blinking bikelamps light the way Cars roar past , blurring , fast. Wheels in...
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Roundabout Island of Mystery

The image I have chosen is from an canal holiday and I hope it shows what is in my mind for my traffic island
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Dark Flames

Jadda would never be able to say for sure when and where the moment came. She only knew that she didn’t see or feel it at the time. She only knew...
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02.2 Rubicon

Jasinski sat down for breakfast at the restaurant downstairs. A waiter brought him a note in a golden tray. It read that the manager would see him...
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Musical Things

Ha... for lots of straight guys, THIS is the love that dare not speak its name. The irreality of it all is what makes it... well, great. Image author's own created with canva.com
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ATLANTIC MOORINGS (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

ATLANTIC MOORINGS glistening sheets of scrolling waters drumming on’n’on in resounding billows wet hummming oracles unfolding there nourishing...

just a piece of the pie aint enough (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

there aint never no magic words or wands or mathematizing ruses for muting alarms just the desecrating deeds of misanthropic weeds or the existential...

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