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The Lost Souls

Shadows of life pass silently into the night Ghosts of men sliding, hovering, in the dark Clutching their blankets round them like a shroud Broken...

Penance

Seven lashings form from the silence, Each stroke beating down my conscience, Intending to do what is right, Only for those I love to deem it wrong,...

Illiusions

I stopped to pick the flowers today mouthing the words - how appealing you all are in your own way. They held still - tightly grouped citrus bright...

The Darkness of Night

“Bring them in Alfred.” Alfred opened the doors releasing a throng of women rushing into the room causing a flood of bodies to engulf the room. All...

The Clock

He stared back at it and it stared back at him. His imagination seemed to impose itself on the blank page, where characters, settings, and worlds...
Gold cherry

.8 cigarettes and alcohol

Late night karaoke with Brit-pop anthems blaring. Five cans down and you're a rock'n roll star unstoppable. Sneering, nasal epitaphs of a former...
Gold cherry
Story of the week

My Mother and I aren't Talking and Other Tales.

Thank you all for feedback and comments- going to work on this for submission.
Cherry

Well

Panic welling up inside fed by many rivers, limbs and brain s l o w e d by the water, treading dumbly and direction l e s s Quelling an incoming tide...

A Perfect Lazy Day

*/ A Perfect Lazy Day by Andrew Bohn A lazy day can be spent in a multitude of ways, with a multitude of different people. Whether it be spent at...