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Pirates In Boots

“'Ere,” said the ancient, tarted up harridan on the make-up counter in Boots to her even more decrepit colleague. “Did you see what I saw?”
Cherry

The Voyage Of The Buggered Pig

"I'll make you walk the plank over yonder stickleback and bike frame infested canal. Haa-haar – you see if I won't!”
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The Pool

He wants me to take him to the pool He wants to swim neck deep, almost drowning, like a fool He's told me I have to take him and be his armbands while he has a swim

The Silence

It was the day after the end of the world.

The Peruvian Journey

A nice limerick

A weekend with that guy who had loads of wives

A story of a man who lived in a big house.

Loneliness

Loneliness P K Routray Retired old and alone, no works entrusted to be done, time to go to the other world is close by but not known,

28th April 2013

I've decided to write a poem every day. This is the first one.
Cherry

LIFERS Chapter Nine

‘My name’s Pieroni, Gregg Pieroni,’ the man said, his voice strained like he’d been punched in the gut, or hit by a car.

How lucky am I (For my wife on our 25th wedding anniversary)

I knew back then as I know now… we’ll never be apart She’s in my head, she is my life… and she’s always in my heart She makes me smile, she makes me laugh… I can’t believe my luck

A weekend with Benedict Arnold

The fire crackled merrily in the grate and the snow blasted the windows outside. Both of us sitting in cosy armchairs, I staqred at Benedict Arnold sitting in front of me.

The Times they are A-Changing (IP)

… The stuffy indoor atmosphere, and sluggish thoughts and tension escape into the stratosphere and clear the comprehension …
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Ghosts Book 1 Part 11

I remember Tommy. I remember him very well. Tommy was my first friend and perhaps he was the best friend I ever had. Tommy died before I was born.
Cherry

BEAUTIFUL MESS

for her

Place of no Fear

What will it be this place of no fear? An ocean of clouds, a palace of gold. Where no man again will shed a tear, Where none of us shall ever grow old.
Cherry

how to grow a butterfly

In the morning you would sleep Holding your blanket between your knees And cocking your head to one side. On that velvet pillow. Cocooned in your foetal position,

Days to Remember

And I ran with the flowering daisies beneath my feet And my hair flowing from my face With the warm winds rustling the Leaves, in the sycamore trees In a sunny, summertime blue, breeze

The Wizard and The Selfish Princess

Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a little six year old girl.

the persistence of memory

this piece was written after viewing salvador dali's art peice, the persistence of memory."!

An Ode to Tolerance

Inside the cloth is another side of character – avarice meanness and skullduggery

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