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Death: A Mouth

This memory's as thick As all the blankets You entrapped me in To pepper up your words You wrapped and drowned me As I blazed away each letter To the...

John Kennedy: Parrallel Earth

CHAPTER 1 Written by: Glory Akande I pulled myself through the muddy streets of Brick City as my kicks struggled through the wet muds plastered all...
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Bog Brilliance

Dark and dank and waterlogged – … secluded haunt of otter shy, sheltered from intrusions idle – sunshine flag gives indication, … no invitation to wander pleasantly up yonder … enjoy my lemon brilliance …

TOMORROW NEVER LIES

- what the papers might say, etc. “EMERGENCY BREXIT!” -multiple headlines “When I was young and selfish, I probably would have voted Conservative...

Wicker and Stone and Coral (Part 3)

In which a sacrifice is made to the old gods.

My Sunny Friend

My Sunny Friend By Paul McCann Though winter’s left me blue there’s something I know is true I’ve got a sunny friend like you , I open my eye to a...
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Older Men Talking

like young boys again gathered ‘round a TV set in the nursing home sharing glory-stories of way back when... fishing gab was number one and a fishing...

Anyway

Anyway P K Routray Many deeds philanthropic within you at times flic that you have done, some, you have forgotten, some, you remember with...
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Money For The Circus 6

more of this... like you care... haha... photo is author's own...
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Love After Life After Death

Hey all, one of the things I'm doing for my Patreon is writing a story based on a prompt suggested by the Patrons. Wanted to put it here for feedback...
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Wicker and Stone and Coral (Part 2)

In which the journey begins and each learns some about the other.
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Anthony and Cleopatra

Some days it’s all a blur; people are a blur, the weather blurs sun and cloud, windless air and blurred voices carried on the breeze, the blurred...

The Embers Of Love

Embers Of Love By Paul McCann Love is a passionate flame , like an incense burning and the fragrance is rising , higher and higher , hypnotising my...

Bus Stop

Grace perched on the edge of the thin wooden bench of the bus stop, looked down at her patent red pumps, crossed her hands on her lap and sighed. She...

Her.

I saw you today. My heart beat so loud i thought you would hear it. You saw me too. But we didn't talk, we never do. You were with someone, I didn't...
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I Didn't Kill the Scarlet Beetles

I didn’t kill the scarlet beetles Who fed and fornicated upon The pregnant buds of beauty My martagon lilies, frilly nods Which shalt not come if I...
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How Many Steps

Our house, or the side of it and all the history of a hundred and forty years living.

Miss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 2)

Cognitive disintegration became more and more likely the longer this pattern of sleeping and anhedonia and coasting lasted. It started to manifest as...

Miss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 1)

I’m no Don Juan. I’ve not even loved each of them equally as a Don Juan might. Two have mattered more to me than any: one a shot of dopamine, the...

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