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Susan had seen Billy the Pie around, obviously. He was the purple-haired clown at the end of her street, the one with the clown car outside his house...

tragic our lives are tragic, starving artists overlooked die in poverty they are buried as paupers - then - too late - gain cult status our lives are...

The sun was setting. They had reached a stretch of desert. She wasn’t familiar with any deserts in the area. Groups of people were gathered in circles across the stretch as several black cars dotted their outlines. Some looked to be around her age. Older ones seemed to stay close to the cars. "Excuse me?" she asked a woman with long grey bushy hair. "How do I get to-" "Follow your instructors kid and join one o' the circles," the raspy voice said as the woman lit up another cigarette.

A chance encounter on Stamford Meadows one sunny summer morning changes Tony Williams' life in ways he could scarcely have imagined.

Suffused with morning’s gleam I rest upon a back porch where snowy remnants melt away in last days of huddled crystals once rampant as a runaway kite...

Susan was in the kitchen when the door rang. She wasn't expecting anybody, nobody much called round these days, so she didn't hurry. When she got to...

The giraffe is tall, the fly is small, the sun gives light – so it’s dark at night. The snail is slow – but watch the cars go – fast! – keep away!...

People only see what you want them to see, that's the problem with psychosis you are convinced that people see what you don't want them to see, it's...

On a clear-sky late morning, in fact almost noon, there is excitement in the air. Lunch is waiting. Working at the Home for Aged in Petrolia, has its...