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Dance On Fire - Chapter 03

It looked dark out there. The roar of the crowd was low, dull, echoing around the arena like the moan of some mythical beast. Pete saw the sudden flash of a torch from near the opposite wing.

Kill The Monster, Chapter 13

XI. ODYSSEUS AND PENELOPE The Hirondelle purred up the drive like a stalking tiger. Its headlights were turned off. He wanted to surprise them.

Honours List

Sort of. So? Net worth reading = nil.

On Full Body Scanners

The bottom-line is that the full-body scanners are just common sense, and are needed to prevent more planes being blown up: people's sacred conception of their privacy shouldn't put their fellow
Cherry

Monstrous Offspring

She lies like a stone, clutching her arms to her chest and covering freshly weeping wounds.
Cherry

Smurfette's Tragedy

A hen amongst cocks I am. It’s not my fault but it’s become my burden; the only woman left to bear children to beasts.

30th DEC 2009 blog

I have been writing my autobiography. It sounds mad to me, never mind anyone else. Perhaps that's why I get permanent Disability Living Allowance.

Almost Oxford

City of spires, you were always there In the distance, chiming, singing, rhyming Echoes of earlier times. From the first time I set foot On hallowed paths worn by time As a wide-eyed child

Rubber band

I lie for short periods in a relaxed state, my sole need and purpose being to surround you and hold our lives together. In happy ignorance I live unaware of the arrival of your mood of

Perfect stranger.

I have never wanted anything from you, it's weird and always has been quite the opposite. I would run away, I wanted you to leave if you came, but you stopped anyway. I was indifferent, and

Ian & Mandy

Ian & Mandy By Alan Goodenough The shutter and flash went off simultaneously. "Fuck off, Ian, I'm not in the mood." "Oh, come on, Mandy, you look so good laying there."

My Warrior Princess

Inspired by a news story, very sad.

An angry, pounding selection of treats

Anxiety is rich, and spent; ‘a context’ to itself - a ghost arch - full, greasy mirror light of an arcade - no glum phrasing – founded on an angry pounding selection of the treats.

Liverpool Street Wastelines

Money? I'm decimated mate! Platform 17 for the 18.22 Express to Gidea Park Good night, good night! We've got to negotiate this, That and the other. We'll be lucky if we can reign

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 4 - I Don't Like Crowds.

My next memory is of being in a large room with a stage at one end and high windows and ceiling. On the stage was the woman.

Was That You Margaret?

A poem relating to AFTER MADNESS

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