She thinks of missing once he has gone home. Waiting for the Dream of Gerontius.

Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.

The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return (Chapter Three: Voices in my Head)

Chapter Three of 'The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return'
Poem of the week

Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar

She walks through the door and feels a surge of hot blood in the pit of her stomach. "Sit here" he says "near the conveyor belt. That way you'll be sure to enjoy the choicest cuts."

The Princess ( a true account)

this then was a dear little girl at church I helped.

"FEEL WRITE" .

as Robert says come in we sit and chat and learn and listen to sounds and echoes of falling rain.

♥♥Message for you♥♥

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Down on The Farm

As fear set in I wasn’t sure I could make it back to the dim light above

ENVY/A CHICKS FIGHT

ENVY/A CHICKS FIGHT I'm walking in the hallway girls and of course boys are looking there isn't something special anyway only me and my good looking I turn up to my best friend

wings

a short script written for a drama project on madness

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