Wish bone for change
You travel for two hours because you feel that you should- It is not only the ticket you pay for but the price of morality. And your bones rattle on the train-
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WAR Part 1 - (CULLEN PART 13)
The Host finally attacks Castle Holdfast. Cullen tries to defend everyone.
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When he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet
When he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet an inch from my left ear I asked him why he thought it was acceptable to humiliate me so publicly
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No Ordinary Day 1977
Our trip to Yugoslavia captured this moment in time.
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On Believing the Unbelievable...(IP)
Yesterday – too much to take in...a bad dream... if not for this.
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The Ballad Of Jeremy Clarkson
I like driving in my car Over the hill and oh so far Belching fumes mile after mile Revving hard 'cos that's my style I should really act my age But like a Hamster in a cage
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The Grandmaster’s Gambit
Insomnia is a beast. After stalking for some time it creeps into your mind and seizes you. When you finally struggle against the claustrophobia of being pinned down it’s almost too late.
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Selkie
I used to live in a grey stone terrace. It was not remarkable. The girl next door was.
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Paper Feet
She used to tell me I'd catch my death, leaving my hair wet. She'd make fish cakes in cases of orange breadcrumbs. Walk me home from PVA smelling art classes. Then one day she had to Stop and
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