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The Wedding

When we spilled from the church, the wedding guests watching to see you step out- You stood, grinning at the sky as if in conversation, 'today, my smile is wider than yours'
Cherry

Affordable Housing?

Rows of terracotta roofs and miles of decking...

A Thought

A Thought P K Routray On a gloomy day When I found no way to come out of problems and plight, all adversities together physical, mental and natural I had to fight.
Cherry

The Strangers on the Trains ( Part 4)

Emily confronts Paul about her concerns. Then the fat man arrives.

Danger vs. Danger - The Betty Chronicles

“What are you doin’?” said Craven. “What does it look like I’m doing?” said the man. “You’re scraping my name off the door.”

Hawthorn Revision to Chapter One Removed-Sent to Dry Cleaners...Wes

Removing Revision had nothing to do with comments. I felt the story still needs a little TLC.It will return.

Suri

She kept about the wall that was opposition to my backside; Where the thick of wood and plaster gave a the bind of her spine to mine, the mimicking of her I could feel.

La mort est mon lot

Sound sub-dued, beyond its twinning; The ridges of legs that glided across its thread of silk, spindling downward from the

De Mon Désespoir

Mute, hung the valves from its cemented ceiling; It's knob cranked with a decibel of metal shriek.

Why Me!

I was sweating profusely, sweating from head to toe. My nerves were going high; it seemed that they have visited a pub, where the DJ was rocking the dance floor with "Put your hands up in the air".

Believe.

When we lay there and told each other that life would get better from now on, now we had each other, I believed you. I really did.

Nazi flag.

I tried to run away but I got tangled up by all the webs that surrounded me, enclosing all the evil and negativity inside.

The Map.

Salt Fields

Yellow-burning haymakers Stretch to the sea with lazy fingers, Combine harvesters chugging, The first day of autumn Burning the paint on their engines,

What An Island Knows

Low tide murmurs as a bass voice receding, Revealing the survivors in its wake, A broken box of fish from the harbour mouth, Seaweed limp and passive on the rocks,

Where Stern Follows Prow

By the church, fragments of psalms Catch the air, too late to save Remains of the humble fishing boat. Upturned as the boats of Boanerges, Sons of thunder to calm the water,

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