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Moving Forward

Society - A view from the bottom.

F This Is Terrorism

This Is Terrorism By Mark Cantrell You nurse a burning Grievance, Within your festering soul. Whether genuine or imagined, Is neither here nor there...

E To The Terror Born

To The Terror Born By Mark Cantrell The bombs explode And destroy human life. As the dust settles, A boy struggles upright. All around him, As he...

K = Chapter ten and eleven

&;#8220;This ghastly dress is too big and this ghastly dress is too small,&;#8221; she muttered,

What is Science&;#063;

A spiritual aspect

Teddy Bears Picnic

A teddy bears horror story.

Poetry from a cat

who has imagination

Virgil

Today at work I considered fashioning basil and rancid rotini into Avalon and torching it; a truly definitive Bunson Bonanza. Harmonious and beneath...

Right eye

darts in the cathedral with juggling piano keys as headliner: my favourite draught game in a creamy teaser. it appears (and is) a time where defence...

S.O.S. Titanic (II)

the coquette with needlework eyes and the big glasses swimming is beautiful in a beastly way. women were first to emit from titanic, skirts bleeding...

Wembley Woes

Tartan Army Adventures

In Defiance of the Rain

Or how a little colour lifted me on an otherwise grotty day

One Stormy Night

One stormy night I met myself, Reflected not in oily pools, Frightened she had run from him, So gravely sinning unaware Awareness comes and see how...

An Early Start

a start in the business that goes wrong, horribly wrong

Scatological drivel

A story of old man's madness

Yacht

Did I ever tell you the fright that I got When we ended up being chased by a yacht? Another true story; things happen to me That you wouldn't believe...

Mave's Pretend Echo

I just sat down. I listened at the door, floor; what's more I listened to the wall too. I'm aware it sounds unusual. (nervous laugh) I thought- well...

Grade seven trip, partie 'A'

I used to practice voodoo and sacrifice allowance to th local apothecary in exchange for herbs which either fermented with vinegar on the window sill...

Neaing the top of the hill

a sideways look at the music business

Petition

Lips dipped in sadistic irony state you feel fine. You cradle your backbone, bladder, and head, stumbling gracelessly towards exodus, platter in hand...

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