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The Rulers Of Lalaland

The Rulers Of Lalaland By Paul McCann In lalaland where kids rule , parents and other grown-ups have to answer to the wishes and demands of children...

The Story of Johnny Oh

I was asked to make a character to play in an Roleplaying game called "Changeling," many years ago. It was an interesting thing. And, well... I do...

The Warden's Game

I found myself in a clearing, coming out of the woods, wading through thick snow. It was a very cold evening, and the sun had already set. I was...
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Dead Man: 3

The bus was crowded, as usual. Workers heading into the city, like himself. John sat downstairs at the back, over the engine, in the warm odour of...
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Steps

Wind chimes tick off the hours Melodic sounds wind me to sleep With tentacles of passion flowers. The blue nigellas, ladies-in-the-mist, veil...
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Float Downstream.....

Where the restless mind wanders are untried adventures fantasy and mystery in uncharted landscapes Illuminated by sparks of intrigue just beyond the...
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J. C. Jones V - Let us Eat

“Oh, no, no, no, not this time,” said J. C. “Everyone! Get yourselves to the other side of the table. Mary? You slide closer to me. Judas? Front and...
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The Last Resort

The Last Resort By Paul McCann About six missiles crossed over the rooftops before hitting their target in the city centre . It was the first attack...

Payday.

Most of us has experienced payday! It conjures up different things for different people. For some, it is paying off debts. For others, it is paying...
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Fraction too much fiction

The moment I discover his figure among the former students and teachers; it is as if a piece of rusty barbed wire is being dragged along my...
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The Eternal Quest for a Decent Pint (2)

Pints had a moral code. As soon as the barmaid handed him the glass, he could see its integrity. You never knew what was coming out of the pump. Sometimes the lager was flat and soapy. It might even need handing back, saying, “It’s a bad pint.” Many were average. Not this one. He raised the glass, admiring the foamy head, and drank a long mouthful.
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Walking On The Stilts Of My Soul

Walking On The Stilts Of My Soul By Paul McCann I was about 11 years of age when I first discovered the stilts of my soul that were a great resource...

When I Disappear

WHEN I DISAPPEAR A JOURNEY INWARDLY, TRACING THE PATH OF DISCOVERY. LIVING IN THE MOMENT. WATERFALLS CASCADE, AND DRIFT AWAY EVERYTHING; AS PEACE...
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Flamebearer

(for those who walk both worlds) Some glide in light— barefoot through fields, faces bathed in sun, never knowing the weight of shadows behind them...
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Road Ribbons to Forever

still cold the orb lay low quick glimpse then hidden motor climbing to drown crow’s haunting early wake-up call blades of light chop dust and dirt...

Mother Of Grief

Mother Of Grief by Paul McCann Mother of grief , bring a release to all the unseen pain and encage the torment within . Mother of grief , each day is...
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Carreg Samson

north Pembrokeshire near Abercastle Carreg Samson (Samson’s stone) (– who else could have lifted it on to its throne?) A legend of a local Samson...
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When a Swifty Turns into a Session (1)

A car alarm was going off. They usually stopped after six or seven beeps but not this one. Pete put the pillow over his head to smother the noise. Suffocate the hangover. The worries about the night before. What was in store for him today.
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The Patrolman - 24

Mr. Slate dropped to the floor for his evening workout.

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