Google Earth

Life’s a beach And we are vestiges It’s not hope, it’s now As we head on up the spit again In the dying light

How to Make a Rainbow

The rain drummed like giant fingers on the roof of our shed, and ran in little rivers over the drive. Dad was happy. He’d been miserable all summer. “Just what we need” he said.

LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER FOURTEEN

We both stared at Gerry, gobsmacked. "Wh-What are you on about?" May asked. "Oh, didn't my darling wife tell you. I'm sure she knew."

Ixatemit.com

Tim clicked the title and again the hard drive sputtered as the web-site began to download…

Boy Child

(Note: These lyrics go to the tune of 'Danny Boy' or 'Londonderry Air'. Something like that. I may write a 3rd stanza. Thanks.) 1)
Cherry

The [weather] Girl

She's a prude to the eye and a whore to the ear.

Whiskey Sadness

My name is Liliearia I was raised to hate a family for many different reason but now i am to go to school with that family you have to be kidding me someone has a screw loose and it isn't me.
Cherry

Queen Of Her Savannah

The cat, Plum, died three weeks ago today.

Pongo #78 THE END

Please don't read this without reading the previous parts first if you have any intention of reading them at all. It'd spoil it a bit. Thanks!
Cherry

The Swordfish And Shave

The second-hand flicked past the fingers of midnight, the virgin moments of a new day. The 'Swordfish and Shave' was emptying for the

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