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Pharoah’s Blog

Ah, power! How sweet it is,

The Spider Prince

she was so happy that she gave the spider a kiss.

Didn't listen haiku

listen to your soul then and there

Haiku go on

don't stop, it will pass, go on

Haiku departed

love ended
Cherry

Inner voice

Fifth pentathlon entry. All about boobs and bums in shameless attempt to win some belated medals. It worked.

ON YOUR KNEES

when to stand...when to kneel

A Cat with nine lives. Introduction

It was the month of march 1969 when Cathy-Ann was born , another girl with two older siblings with just a few years apart.

A day in my shoes

These shoes are worn and weighted down looking for a new owner I see you frown, Ill gladly take off these shoes for you and let you youll feel there something new!
Cherry

Zippers

It was the sound of his zipper that eventually got to me. The urgency of its short, quick cry that started to make me wince.

The Second Shot: Chapter 2

The story continues when George, Susie, and Max narrowly escape capture.

The Man of Steel Part One

ACT 1 SCENE 1 DEEP SPACE Pan over stars. Silence. A space station comes into view. SPACE STATION INT.
Cherry

Chef de Cuisine

His white apron, languishes on the back of the kitchen door...

Oliver Knight: Freelance Detective - Part 1

She was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering and machine gun fire as bullets crashed through the window.

The Dead Will Walk - Part 1

The creature raised its fists, still making the horrible shrieking noise, and began beating the window with such force that it began to crack.

The Baton

They call it the Grim Shift, 3.00 to 5.00 a.m., a time when the Holy Garden is as dark and still as death

The Second Shot: Chapter 1

Three siblings, at a new president's inauguration witness the beginning of a new reign of terror.

The City of Murder

A young woman, lost in the mist of night, finds herself in a strange town where not all is what it seems to be.

Driving through cloud towards Capel-y-ffin

I am driving into the mist and sky with the windows open. I am touched, drenched, wet with beauty, dripping song. The air hangs, deep and alive with rain. My tiny voice

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