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Beach
Swaying swash slaps sunset shores, Whilst we watch onward, cooking s'mores. The crimson cliffside gives us shade, From stray-strewn sun rays as they...
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- 269 reads
Harvest completed, thanksgiving
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] So are you thankful? Thankful to whom? …
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Since Then
Since Then By Paul McCann Warren was a street thug , who sold drugs and did armed hold ups . He also was part of a gang who collected money from shop...
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- 241 reads
Good finish
Thursday, morning after Milton had passed. Our electric power went out at 7 A.M this morning.(Thurs.) We suited up and then hit the gym. Afterwards,...
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Conversation with a Snail - A Short Story about Snails and Death
"I've been waiting for you." He sank into his chair. It was an old armchair, creaky and musty, splitting at the seams and groaning loudly under the...
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Who Needs Orkney Anyway
One minute you’re standing in your sunny kitchen, as it shimmers light from the window crystals, the next, you’re trying not to slip on hail stones...
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Buckets Of Roses
Buckets Of Roses Short Story By Paul McCann After quitting his job he had a regular spot at the railway station where he sold flowers from buckets to...
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You, the Forest
Your skin is bark and leaves and moss, Your breath is petrichor. Your eyes are stony, laced with frost, And closed forevermore. Your blood runs fresh...
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Drilling for Oil
Let me tell you tales of yore. There'll be thrilling stories of law and gore. A huge demand for more and more. Minds traveling to a distant shore. Or...
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- 394 reads
Female Bully
My neighbor is a bully and I tried to kick her butt. I thought that I could win by kicking her in the nuts. When I kicked her, I remembered that...
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It's Funny....
How it does not work, if a Manager is demoted. In general, a Manager is looked up, respected, offered a coffee, get more money, wear nicer clothes...
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There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis (Dead Reckoning series - Part 30)
In which D.S. Stone muses about the identity of their mystery man in the reservoir, D.I. Wood pines for the Caribbean, Archibald longs for an unhealthy lunch and Josiah may come to regret his!
William Dix.
I remember watching Dangerous Liaisons, with John Malkovich in it, he was SO good in it for years after, I still hated him, and was unable to watch...
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Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - Mother's Day
Another extract from the final draft (still in progress) of my memoir of my time as my mother's full-time carer at the end of her life. So March wore...
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"9,V.F.N.10.E.X"
Whilst ‘taking of a toast and tea’ in the kitchen this morning, noticed two things; 1. What a difference a white door makes to the light. 2. That I...
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flow of time
Somehow the wind. somehow the sun somehow the hum of footsteps as they cross the morning light; somehow the feel of light as it crosses my heart into...
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- 411 reads
parallel
parallel,; your life, my life, in parallel following the same sigh, the same breath, the same thought, the same dream; a pause; a hesitation when I...
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Gift: A Son's Story (extract) - A day out
I've almost completed the final draft of 'Gift' - my memoir about my time spent as my mother's full-time carer during the final months of her life...
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Seems Like Only Yesterday
Seems Like Only Yesterday By Paul McCann As he lay in bed with a syringe driver feeding the tube that went into his vein, he started to think about...
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- 353 reads
Thank God For Christmas
Thank God For Christmas By Paul McCann So war came just before Christmas and they were told to leave their homes with only what they could carry ...
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