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Waiting
There’s a place in Maine where an old man summers. He’s connected to most of what matters but I want to communicate with him. I was moving toward...
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Her body is like Winter
‘I am no-one’s cunt’ said Drain , the words circling his head like winsome frost fairies. He was wearing the fake sheepskin coat that Moss brought...
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The story of Laura (1)
A series of ghost stories about a young woman who feels like a ghost.
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The Terrible Day of Lump
Children's story for the competition. 2398 words including headings
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Who Is Jack Winter?
“Jack?” He heard his name called but his body was incapable of movement. “Jack!” A hand violently shook his shoulder from behind. He opened his eyes...
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Mrs. Mac's Christmas
Mrs. Mac's Christmas Winter blackout, frost-glittered pavements, darkness flows through her like ink. Pulling crackers with the carer she unfolds a...
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Compassion
~~COMPASSION By Josephine17 ‘Are you helping out at the Mission tonight, Mae?’ asked Bill, her husband. ‘Of course,’ said Mae, with some surprise. ‘...
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Even Angels Aren't Perfect Part 1
Even Angels Aren’t Perfect The city of dreams was dark, the alleyways creating shadows where untold dangers lurked every second. Traffic never ceased...
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Why I no longer watch television
Or listen to the radio or read newspapers.
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Room-ours
Room-ours. Looking up into the terraces A light shines in a window Exterior darkness masks the shadows Interior light bounces of glossy walls I...
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Time to Get Out of the Kitchen
and into the face of the poor the impoverished -- those who feast on heaps of beans and hamburg and more beans those faces -- vacant without a vision...
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A winters tale
He said, “I’ll sing you the blues To coincide with this damp wintry night; Throw in six pence more and I’ll strum A tune on my three stringed guitar...
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Desperate times
Tonight I went to fitness class, To see if I could pull a lass, I went in hope and expectation, Born out of my extreme frustration. I sigh as I...
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The Salmon's Life (IP)
The Salmon’s life is river like; a constant onward rush like the rugged river rapids against which this fish must push. First amber egg, then alevin...
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Dormity Gardens
Anna could hear the Victrola playing through the thin glass windows of Dormity House, the tinny waltz filtering out through the window into the snow-...
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Lost Naivety
Rave on! He sang in perfect time, With sweeping greasy comb, I watched him from the big armchair, He thought he was alone. In the mirror straight...
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The Things You Do For Love
‘This could be my last chance’ I thought, as I roughly undid my tie and fumbled to loosen the top buttons of my shirt in an effort to cool down. The...
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Words on the Wind (Carnsore Point, Wexford, Ireland. 1978)
Millions turn their ears from the words on the wind Deaf to the call from the waste And though Apathy's triumph is gained without blood Death's...
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Shop Window
It is my school prom tomorrow and I haven't got my dress yet. I am panicking like nobodies business I know what I want my dress to look like and I...
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