The Light

Somewhere, something holds my gaze. It draws me. Shining, like a beacon through time, through swirling dust. It guides me. Through banality, vulgarity,
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Killing Time

(Edit 24/6/2011) After he...left, they told me – ‘Keep occupied...start writing...
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Let's Start Again

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really, really not sure.

Plan 9

"Why are you doing this to me?" Derek asked. "Because I like to. I like to find out what people are." "It can't just be curiosity." "It is." "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

Scared to death

The painful awkwardness of those who care.
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Last light

Much is made of sunset, That span of slow Luxurious passing. And in the end, Wouldn't we all like To go out that way? Arresting and slightly Doleful, day's end Slipping gently
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The Missing Madonna, Chapter 19, "A developing friendship"

The friendship between Mari and Philip and Dora's family develops on the road to Alexandria. But how open should Mari be? Should she keep her secret?
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Even in death you look pretty

Remember when we were equally messed up? but you ran out of secrets and mine weren’t good enough.

Red Deer's Childrens Adventures ( Part Seventeen )

Can Two Feathers work things out?

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