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Black Beauty
Black Beauty Cherish I still my childhood thrill when a tale I tell when a poem I spell then the applause despite the flaws. much of it I owe to the...
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A Runaway Writer
. A Runaway Writer By Paul McCann I’m becoming invisible , watch me disappear , I can drift off into a world of my own where there’s nothing to fear...
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Recycling. Upcycling. Part Three..
My name is Mrs Red Capped-Robin and my neighbour is called Mrs Jones. She’s a lovely Bird, small and not like me who like to have the latest fad, and...
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Recycling. Upcycling. Part Two.
I stood back to look at my handiwork, it was good but there was something missing. As I pondered what it was, something below caught my eye. It was a...
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Hetha in the kirk
The Gore tex rustle fades, the hikers leave and I have the place to myself Me and the tattered shards of the Christ god The thick walls holding back...
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hello goodbye
hello goodbye I saw her from the window of my signal-stalled train stranded beside the bay she wore a soft green hat a bright red scarf dungarees she...
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Dead Sand: Part 2-Buzzard Creek: Section 1
Hello, everyone! Here's the second part to Dead Sand. It's got to be divided a bit differntly, due to word restriction here on ABCtales. But anyway,...
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Chewing TheFat
Food, that stuff that keeps us going. In one end and out the other; I can’t live without it. Some don’t have enough, Others fly the whole world for...
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I Choose Jesus
Some enjoy wanton behaviour of theft and living in a “me” world where there are no rules no one to have to listen to no bosses and no parents to...
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chatting with Saoirse
as winter yields and April fades to May the lengthening days stir cannabis hazed and Tullamore Dew coloured memories of that summer we shared on...
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Recycling. Upcycling.
When my husband Paul took our dog Masie for her walk yesterday, as he brushed the hairs off her, a tiny species of bird he didn’t recognized, came...
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an unknown middle-aged woman
passing my cafe window unhurried, in modest dress, she is beautiful, yes, still beautiful, and unaware that behind the misty glass she is quietly...
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Work Lunchbreak Flash, Alfresco at The Colonial Cafe
A lunchbreak with my work friend wrote this teeny flash.
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Hungry For Cornwall
Sweet memories of 1960s, taste of strawberries topped with nuts and Cornish ice-cream, tracing teenage years those passages of time, mouth watering...
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Disenchantment 4
I made my way back to where I had been earlier, feeling the stone I had set down, while exploring forward slowly and softly with my feet. I lifted my...
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Disenchantment 3
I had walked directly into the drainage wash, fallen over the lip, and rolled down to the bottom into a muddy, stagnant puddle of water, still...
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Disenchantment 2
“Stop it!” she yelled, “I want to listen to Christmas songs!” Perry was visibly upset by the fact that I had tried to find a different radio station...
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Living On The Street
. Living On The Street By Paul McCann Staring down into the coffee inside a paper cup , somebody heard what I was thinking , so I just shut up . I...
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Walking Into The Sea
Take off your shoes on the beach by the water. It’s fun at first. The ghosts of the waves that tickle your ankles. They welcome you. “We’re friends”...
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