Slow Motion
First draft, all suggestions grately recieved.
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The Garden
Daddy, I love you very much. You’re the best. Thank you sweetie. I dearly wish I could say the same about you. I find you irritating and pointless I’m afraid. Daddy? Yes darling.
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The Caretaker
Army salesmen are circling the school, calling to the children like sirens gripping their ankles. I cast my arms wide like a weighted fishing net and gather them in, splashing with excitement.
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Always Read the Label Chapter 22 Having a Bubble Bath
It's like your favourite show on TV, you want to catch every single word and not look at the clock so it might go on forever. An old magazine gets transformed by origami into neat little envelopes...
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Seasons (Naga-Uta*)
Then, when the rain stops and you step outside, to walk once again, barefoot over the wet grass, like that long lost girl-woman of innocent summer sex, you remember how
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Chords of Love
Her neck was smooth and dark, with a hard ridge running from just below her head all the way down her back.
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The Banjo.
He sees the banjo in a second hand shop in Croydon. No strings attached, couple of pegs missing, battered case. They are asking 4 pounds for it.
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RS04 - The Runaway
Mark knows where Ryan is now living. Scared, Ryan decides that his only option is to flee Cliffport and head to London. But first, he has some unfinished business in his home town of Truro.
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Burren
Traced the scrawl where bony fingers picked out each patchwork rut and row
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The Young Prince
He struck out ahead of the pack at a fierce pace, weaving in between patches of heather and imposing wooden stakes.
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