NAUGHTY BUT NICE?: an éclair to die for - Chapter 6
He saw the sihouette of the man’s head as the security light came on and fired. Click! Click! The gun had jammed.
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NAUGHTY BUT NICE?: an éclair to die for - Chapter 5
He lay at Lathom’s feet a large pool of blood soaking into the snow, the phone by his side.
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The Leap
Arms out streched as the wind hits me in the face blowing my hair in all directions. I'm flying. I took the leap, over the edge and away from security, away from home, away from you.
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Alicia at Number Three (I.P.)
Trees vie to give her shade... so soft and light her tread.
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The Jockey and the Janitor
I’ll never forget the first time I spoke to Alastair Woodthorpe: it was the morning after the 2010 United Kingdom Steeplechase Trophy.
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Political Slander - Herbert - (IP)
a humourous look at the social scenery today...
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(ICTP2) Incident At The Centre Of The Universe - Part 4
In the egg-box grey regolith of a miniature Sea of Tranquility, a lilliputian Buzz Aldrin rolled his camera excitedly as Neil Armstrong planted an unwavering Stars and Stripes firmly in the lunar sur
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Fingertips in the Dust
I see fingertips in the dust From the last time I was suspended on this ledge. This blood has burned deep streaks in me, My scars throb with the heated drumming.
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Final Thoughts
I always knew you’d be the one The one who would leave. I knew it from the beginning. And I decided to dance with you anyway. So, This is Love then. Solitude & memories,
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Eyes or Wrists
We were right about where we came from. The spit & fire, nails & razors, The lashing of bicycle chains behind the knees, Father’s handprint bruised to the side of my face.
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