Jane Hyphen
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I have 169 stories published in
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My stories have been read 85327 times
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My stories
Somebody Sang and I saw the Colour Blue
Somebody sang and I saw the colour blue a long song about distance, how far.. How far are the things which are just out of reach? In searching we...
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The Dirty Christmas Kiss
Life is twisted, things don’t always go in straight lines but as long as you can get back on the path, you might be okay; that was the conclusion I...
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Magpies
Walking in the dead grey November days, just slits Open wide enough to see Magpies gather in a tree ‘You’re alive,’ they rasp I check myself; a...
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Autopsy of a Boss
We don’t know how he died, he was slumped over the scanner, no real sign of injury but a drip, like a blood road, stark red against his pale skin had...
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Trodden Steps
How many trodden steps? Pain contained, muted In this our survival trance We were treading the abyss The sparks of our youth Extinguished in the mud...
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I like this. The pattern,
Posted on Thu, 08 Nov 2018
I like this. The pattern, people re-enforcing that familiar message, you don't quite fit, you're going against the flow, stroking our fur the wrong way. Then ending where he does his own thing, that's the only way to go.
Read full commentPosted in Band of One
So sad and so clever, we don
Posted on Sat, 03 Nov 2018
So sad and so clever, we don't really need to know about the bit in between.
Read full commentPosted in Struggling
Thanks Hilary. The psyche can
Posted on Sat, 27 Oct 2018
Thanks Hilary. The psyche can be troubling indeed and go wrong at any point, no-one is mental illness proof but you're right about rest. I suppose in times of stress people cannot get adequate rest and then the mind can unravel.
Read full commentPosted in The Hidden Help
This has such a stillness to
Posted on Wed, 03 Oct 2018
This has such a stillness to it, your storytelling enables the reader to access these remote spiritual realms with a quiet ease.
Read full commentPosted in Promises Beyond The Veil Of Life ( PT 42 )
I can almost taste that salty
Posted on Mon, 10 Sep 2018
I can almost taste that salty fresh air, so much imagery, as has been said, from just a handful of choice words. It's like one of those tiny seascape paintings so skilfully crafted.
Read full commentPosted in storm cooking
The dismal nature of human
Posted on Sat, 08 Sep 2018
The dismal nature of human frailty captured artfully as ever. I always have strong imagery when I read your writing, it's always grey and full of sickly souls.
Read full commentPosted in two-faced
This is so peaceful, sweet
Posted on Sat, 08 Sep 2018
This is so peaceful, sweet and neat, a beloved cat, a stone and a tree, all beautiful things cast by nature.
Read full commentPosted in A STONE
Thanks elsie, she's actually
Posted on Sat, 21 Jul 2018
Thanks elsie, she's actually a relative who was adopted, a sleeping beauty yes for some of us, we live in hope of a reunion one day.
Read full commentPosted in The Girl in the Photo
It's amazing how our brains
Posted on Wed, 27 Jun 2018
It's amazing how our brains fill in the gaps left by losses and might have beens. I cannot imagine having one chance like that and having it snatched away. It would leave me forever in a sort of prolonged gasp I think. The way you've described...
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Interesting tale. I wonder if
Posted on Thu, 28 Jun 2018
Interesting tale. I wonder if we all know our fatal flaws but also that we are no match for ourselves in the end.
Read full commentPosted in Into the Evening
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