Philip Sidney

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My stories

Cherry

Artists in the Classroom

He scowls at the back Carves his name in the desk Sneers in your face Spits on the floor Prowls from the room Read what he scrawled: Caravaggio. She...
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Dancing at The Dubliner

Take a walk with me down Reykjavik’s high street. The air is cold, but dry, so you can breathe easy. Watch your step, the crunchy snow has been worn...
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Blackwater

We scattered the dust of you at the edge of the world where water meets earth and sky, as though we were releasing your tight ball of spirit into the...
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Fear of Finding

Fear of finding the past is why boxes of papers sit waiting, until they are invisible, silent colourless ink seeps from the depths bleeds into dark...

Domestic Detail in the House of Dreams

Domestic detail in the House of Dreams Welcome to the house of dreams. Walk up the path and step onto the welcome mat. Sorry it’s a bit tatty, but as...

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Such a strong sense of time

Posted on Thu, 02 Apr 2015

Such a strong sense of time and place.

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Posted in Motorway Dawn

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Bleakly brilliant.

Posted on Wed, 01 Apr 2015

Bleakly brilliant.

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Posted in Burial At Sea

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This is such a powerful piece

Posted on Tue, 24 Mar 2015

This is such a powerful piece.  It would be worth correcting things like capital letters, paragraphing, also slight niggles like wind can't pierce skin etc, only so the piece is given the justice it deserves.

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Posted in Warning

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The agony of waiting, reading

Posted on Sun, 22 Mar 2015

The agony of waiting, reading too much into things, love hurts, but it's an enjoyable sort of pain.

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Posted in left for five minutes

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The alternating narrators

Posted on Fri, 20 Mar 2015

The alternating narrators works well.  The font is quite difficult to read.

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Posted in A Vision in Red

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Simple but powerful!

Posted on Thu, 19 Mar 2015

Simple but powerful!

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Posted in Love and Hate

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I really like these super

Posted on Sun, 15 Mar 2015

I really like these super short stories, very clever.

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Posted in romance-fiction

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A lovely moment, the devotion

Posted on Sat, 14 Mar 2015

A lovely moment, the devotion very young children can have to their teachers and mum there to pick up the pieces. 

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Posted in Chicks

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Beautifully structured, has

Posted on Sat, 14 Mar 2015

Beautifully structured, has the rythm of trains, a brief encounter, melancholic and romantic- if trains can be.

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Posted in Passing Trains in Winter Rain

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Always at the back of our

Posted on Mon, 09 Mar 2015

Always at the back of our minds, slipping on that stair.  (Just thinking you wanted 'too' not 'to' in the second line.)

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Posted in I CAN NOT BE CYNICAL

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