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The Life We Knew

. The Life We Knew by Paul McCann Children came out on the street singing and skipping to the beat and on a hillside a lady stood with her hair...
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Punters

This is the fourth entry in the satirical series at https://www.abctales.com/collection/pandemic-tales-bojo-and-co It had been a long, old Pandemic...
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iE

iE when i’m electric separated from time on my own little moon weightless in a glitter milky way of a thousand thousand laser lights and nothing else...
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Ukulele Lesson 3

In which the Tiger Mother Ukulele and I agree to differ and I add another name to my list of annoying relatives.

The Streets Of Evergreen

The Streets Of Evergreen by Paul McCann All we've known and all we've seen can sometimes seem just like a dream , on the streets of evergreen Where...
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A Geisha's Revenge

‘Don’t look so worried’ said Ayako. ‘You’re young. You’ve yet to learn how badly men treat geishas.’
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AND YET...

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Between the orbs of day and night, Between the sighs and muffled moans, While my fingers caress your hair, And all of life and death is there; While...
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The Train You Rode In On

In their notes, the more scholarly Kindred Eyes had already thrown down a gush of ways to describe what the Rinsed Face exercise meant, according to...
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False Hope

Risking much for gain or loss on a superstitious toss; ‘Good’ luck fostering compulsion to a frequent repetition thus a strangling addiction slide to...
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THE WINTER MAN

'Grumpy Old Men'
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The Wonder of it All

Eyes take in an early morning view: sky angelic with baby blue as a backdrop for heavenly thoughts feet shuffling away grass and saturation of dew-...

Roll the Tie Dice

Aside from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and the black swan of catastrophic non-linearity, the quality of our lives is dependent upon...
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01.3 Selenelion

Natalia drove to the Self-Storage on Noell Street. “I’m Alice, the manager,” greeted a round little lady. “Natalia,” she replied holding a black...

The Art Critic

An art critic struggles to tell an artist her painting is not a good as she thinks...
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Woodland Walk

Um... fairly self-explanatory, no? Picture taken by me when out walking the dog.
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Ukulele Lesson 2

WARNING! There is one instance of adult language in this piece (due to my lack of tolerance with artificial intelligence) . Did I say even the longest journey begins with the smallest step? I was wrong. The second step can be even smaller. My unrelenting Tiger Mother ukulele bends my fingers back until I squeal and insists on perfection.

Maria's Diary 36

Chapter 36 God is love; His mercy brightens All the paths in which we rove Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens God is wisdom, God is love. August 3,...
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On seeing a lone swallow

Bruised in black and blue, homeward bound. Hello sailor, greatest navigator, independence personified. True high-flier, north to south returning,...
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WebWorld (2.4)

We walked through unmitigated white. It was thick and everywhere. The town pool would be filled and bursting with it, ruptured and ruined. This ski-...

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