Where does life come from?

or where does new life come from, from rain, just like for the plants, we tear rain let go of old sorrows, cry and drink out what has wounded us, drained us made us hate life with all our fists.

Lumps

Lumps and clumps of marvel chunks Syrup left for days in marvellous trunks So big they could fill the amazon Tree's over grown as big as a mountain A lion still lying,

Writing chapters

Yawning at the thoughts As you enter the toilet You swing in through the door 'You just had to spoil it' It swirls round my head Teasing me and playing with my stability
Gold cherry

Beyoetiful

We live in this city but our hearts belong to somewhere else. Slumped in our bedsit forgotten by the world two sad little astronauts sucking memories from a pipe.

Walkers

Angels have been around since the start of time. But Emma Clare thought it was all fantasy. Until she met Tristan.

ABCtaler's book is picked by Historical Novel Society

Long time ABCtaler Derek Rogers, better known as jingle on here, has had his children's book 'Blackmore's Treasure' selected by Helen Hollick, the Editor of the Historical Novel Society. She writes: “I am a fan of Barbara Erskine’s time slip novels—and this is a superb equivalent for younger readers, boys especially, but adventure-loving girls (and adults!) will also enjoy this engrossing read. It is June 1995. Thirteen-year-old Tobias Allinson...

Pedigree Crush with a twist of Passion chapter five

Decency warning: mildly Sexually explicit

The Hat Boy (story)

Soon, the room is filled with flying hats.

A Child of Promise

cane resonates like the beat of a cautious drum

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