Western

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Dust Never Settles

Soft and cool, my young legs stretched and toes splayed in a JC Penney palace beside you in the old bed. The blue room, where four decades later you...
Cherry

Shoebox Heart

We boys sat round a flip-topped box fondling reverently ancient cardboard and new plastic. Our imaginations fired, lust and the first flush of desire...
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Story of the week

lookers

Up until about three years ago, I was normal. Now I stand outside the Co-op in Dalmuir and I’ve got a dog, with a piece of string for a lead. People...
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lesson 1 our neighbours are not our friends

Children don’t need to check their experience Lost - they just laugh or cry Silence is the found sound of the awful why? Every day the world ends...

The Lone Ranger and Tonto

I fight injustice in the West and help people who are in danger. When my brother was murdered, I became the Lone Ranger. I bring outlaws to justice...

A Memory

A Memory - By Paul McCann . https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2xY-hCcSLrU . There’s dust on the street and a wind from the west , blows the dust at my...

Beyond Bronson Hill

On those wintry nights, Ms. Abigail Parker wasn't sure exactly when the day ended, and the evening began.

Ghosts in the Alley

Someone once told me that deciding to become a teacher was like deciding to open a bowling hall in your brain. The intoxicating toxic smell of beer,...