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. Who God Is By Paul McCann God is fair , God is good, God is love its understood . God is true , God is great, God is right , it’s no mistake . God...

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I t was an uneventful Friday evening in the Feathers. Charlie moaned about work and how he was worried about losing his job at the building...

dance with me my setting up a bijou salon – Palais de Dance with chandeliers and a glitter ball brought needed pizzazz to Beachy Head ‘ tired-of-...

PROLOGUE My eyes are open. I think. If they are open, then everything looks grey. A dark grey. Not a grey with promise, like the early dawn. This is...

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oh Lord deliver me I'm waiting outside in the corridor staring at my trainers a soup stain on my jeans reminds me of Italy the drinks machine does...

Calban journeys across the City to a semi dark area, in need of economic regeneration. Unable to find female companionship he has come here searching for other ways forward. This is part of my 'Marta City and Gallanol In The Modern Age' novel, set in a futuristic period, in a world quite similar to our own.

I found this. It was written in 2010. I'd been living in Spain for six years by then. I was doing A363 Creative Writing with the OU. Lord knows how much that would cost now. Aunty Betty paid for mine, part of the resettlement deal when you left after a long period of becoming institutionalised. I can't remember if it was even submitted for assessment. Don't think so. Anyway, it's a late bloomer's equivalent of juvenilia, I suppose. I've put two commas in. Treat it kindly. When the rainy month came in March or April, (there is only ever one per winter in Andalucia) I longed for Spring to start. Pic is used under CC.0 Public domain. Source PxHere.com