Cherry

Swimming With Goldfish

Not for the fainthearted.
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Little Dancer, Aged Nineteen

Edgar stumbled out into the street, cursing under his breath at the landlord’s impudence. Too much to drink, indeed!

Farewell

Having just read MistakenMagic's excellent "On Leaving", it dawned on me that in the dim amd distant past I had written this poem but had not thought it good enough to submit - but what the hey!
Cherry

One for the money

It’s Friday afternoon. Thanks to a leaving do at the Hi Tide, Geraint is the last person left in the office. All summer he’s been on Surf Watch out at Rest Bay.

Israel’s Gift of Slow Death in Gaza

Israel’s government says that Rachel Corrie’s 2003 death in Gaza, was not the fault of the military whose army bulldozer rolled over her, stating that it was “an accident she brought

When the Plough Became the Sword

Throughout History this tiny island of ours has had to stand firm against some outside aggressor. History also records, we will only stand for so much.
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Cherry

The mornin' after the nite before ..

Can you no take the hint That am feelin' a bit skint ..

You're not the one for me .

Would you like to hold me?
Cherry

Oh, boy ..

How handsome you are, my pride and joy I'm so proud you are my son

TRES - CHAPTER EIGHT - DEMIGOD

Anrhu stopped dead in his tracks. “What do you mean a demigod? Like Percy Jackson? Whose son are you? Zeus’…?”

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