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The End of the Evening

‘Can we move the table a bit Arni, I want to be in the shade.’ Arnold removed the wine glasses and placed them carefully on the ground, he held the...

Situation normal

Whiter than white

A Letter to Everyone I've Ever Met

I'm broken Everyone tells me that Like I don't already know But I have a secret From the moment you saw me, you knew I was broken. But it didn't seem...

Whatever I'm Made Of

Whatever I’m Made Of By Paul McCann From the moment I wake , to the moment I take my morning break all I do is think of you . Everything that I’m...

Distinguished Service.

After what happened Pastor Hickey didn’t know what to say to his congregation. He knew them well, perhaps too well. A shifting in the seats and the...
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Story of the week

Life in the shadowlands

NB: This piece includes reference to loss, including baby loss. Shadowlands: An indeterminate borderland between places or states, typically...

Infinite

Yesterday I was a goddess. Persephone or Selene, beautiful or fierce or loyal or kind or whatever plays best to the story you choose. And my hair is...

Not Pixar

I can almost remember happy. Sad comes so often now it can’t qualify as visiting anymore. Like a violent lover he wraps one hand around my neck...
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A Life of Cryin' - part 1

It was an early wish of mine to bring entertainment to the streets. Growing up in the city of Dundee, this was both a need sore-lacking, and a...
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Bag It

It was June 12 th, and getting out of bed in the morning was not something Ben Telfair was ever any good at. Hopping out of bed was never a problem,...
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Counting

Flash Fiction... Spain has been good to me, perhaps not to Mr Byng. Image source is Pixabay and licence is CC0

Marys Son

Mary’s Son By Paul McCann She walked through the wind, on footsteps of grace over the hills she carried her child and a glow round her face , singing...

The dog next door

That nice looking local we see about the place with the big dog we learned was Angel's brother is standing at their gate, chatting with Kay. "...
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Poem of the week

a break from hoovering

wriggle bummed bees busy browsing discourse on roses, pore over cool pale petal pages of pollen gold-illumined manuscripts gathering anthologies of...
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Autonomy Pt 5

Plugging on

Trans-gression

Dramatic Monolouge (Clock reads 58 seconds to detonation) Diana: Today is the day isn’t it? I saw Avery helping you think morning. Putting on that...

Random thoughts

Wake up to the same feeling everyday It's time to start over Time to forget All the pain and regrets A new day Put a smile on my face "Fake it 'til...

Autonomy Pt 4

More autonomy

Release

In a prison of my own making, Yours was the voice whispering at the door. Door cracks, the light shining in. Blinding at first. It dawned on me that...

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