Autobiography

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Dumb Flock

We are the shepherds. Though the sheep bite our hands and chew through every insecurity. We both stand firm, shepherd and dumb flock, through wind, rain and shifting sands.

Leggings witches with names...

It was the third night of April, and the air was cool. All about the witches skittered, brought in by broom. Up above their voices sounded, sharp as...
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The Hobbyist (Part 1/3)

The Hobbyist An Obituary McKendrick was a hobbyist. Throughout his short-lived life he had turned his hand to just about every past-time imaginable...

Kissing Emily

I don’t think I have ever enjoyed kissing someone as much as I enjoyed kissing Emily. Her lips were soft and sweet. She smelled of Marc Jacob’s Daisy...
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A Very Welsh Thing (IP)

‘Y Gymanfa Ganu’ [Pronunciation: ‘Uh Gum- ann -va Gann -ee’ *= The Singing Festival (of Hymns )] … The chapels emptied, as they found the ‘singing clubs’ preferred the pubs, and fervour in a rugby ground …

Leggings out to get some light...

A dark morning doomed, and the International Destroy Team sipped tea by straws whilst their next move on the game board. "It's no good," said the...
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Dear Diary Some Days In My Life Keeping It Pure And Simple

Dear Diary, I want to look back at the Summer of 1976, what a Summer that was, even hotter than 1975...which was saying something, the heat seemed to...
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Stormy Days and Windy Nights

Did you hear the wind, howling like a wounded tiger last night? It sent me in my half sleep deeper snuggled into my blankets, cowering in only a half...