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The Bamboo Forest Part 2

Once inside the fortress, Simon felt calmer but the acid confused him. Serge’s constant squeezes and froggy murmurs made him nervous but he no longer...
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The Bamboo Forest Part 1

The holiday was a last ditch attempt at emotional salvage. Two bodies, who’d once abandoned themselves to each other now simply abandoned each other...

RED RIVER

I looked up at the sky that sad day as the heavens cried. Its tears fell on my face as they made their way to the red soil. My heart was broken. The...
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Kites and Knives

Inspired by an @salenagodden tweet on twitter today... We have such short memories... Image by oxfam international, licensed for non-commercial re-use
Cherry

The Death of Shakespeare (Part 2)

Short story. Part 2 of 3.

Fat To Spare

Fat To Spare “I lost three pounds!” Slimmer of the week “They must be somewhere. Have you tried under the stairs? Or maybe down the sofa.” “Don’t...

A little spec of cosmic dust (Pt.3)

Left Difficulty A, Right Difficulty A There were shiny parcels of all shapes and sizes. The first few contained clothes: a cardigan knit by Grandma,...

A little spec of cosmic dust (Pt.2)

Left Difficulty B, Right Difficulty B The ambulance came fast, but death had come faster. Along came the defibrillator, a few hundred volts vainly...

A little spec of cosmic dust (Pt.1)

Left Difficulty B, Right Difficulty A My grandfather’s last breath — or, more precisely, his last attempt to catch his breath — was expired in a most...

I Wonder Why The Cock Still Crows

I wonder why the cock still crows. Perhaps he really doesn't know that he's no longer wild and free and has no masculinity. That his hens now lay...

Sometimes

Sometimes (23rd October, 2016). Sometimes time is not enough, and all you need is to erase the memories you made when you were loved. Sometimes...
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A new type of spoon

“That’s not a spoon,” protested Johnson. “No it’s not, it’s a spork,” admitted Ellison, “Part of the new product range.” “A spork! What is that, a...

Confessions Before Leaving

Can I confess that your kiss Was like the lightest breath on the wind But warm, like the circling sun? * Can I confess that your hair Was my...
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Lines and Twists

Gruff looking yet artful, face-making clouds straddle Coastal Range hills at Babine Lake - - their caricatures as frowns of sadness and delight - -...

Chet and the Prisoners - 13

Toyo 13 April The weather outdoors is ideal, and so I spend almost the entire day outside. Toward evening, I stroll outside and watch the Germans...

Absurd?

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Of Caesar’s conquests on the earth– there is no doubt that they occurred; and Jesus Christ defeated death – but some think that must be absurd. And yet the evidence is great for Caesar, and Christ Jesus, too …

A Morning Exercise

Early am, fog is like a fox slinking along the path sniffing up early adventures, seeking a rodent snack chasing its tail rummaging in tufts of grass...

Logical Proof That Reality Is A Dream

Premise 1: If a thing cannot logically be said to be different to something then it must be the same as that thing. Premise 2: Dreams must be real...
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