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Angel's Share #2 by bren

Before there was everything, there was nothing. No matter who you listen to, someone will tell you this. / Nothing. / God. / Everything. / Or – / Nothing. / Gasses. / Everything. / Whatever h… 113 words

Angel's Share by bren

Because there was little, the smallest amount went to the one with the most generosity. And they were repaid with the gratitude of the others, some who meant it and some who didn’t. But that wa… 158 words

Joining a Group by bren

_This seems to have caused some concern/issues, so I’ve decided to take it down. / Thanks for your interest, and I hope you’ll read some of my other work! / Rgds / Bren 33 words

Over-Scene #2 by bren

“You can pull that hood over as much as you like. I still want to see some ID.” / “Wha’?” / “ID” / “Here” / “Hmm. It’s fake” / … 268 words

Over Scene #1 by bren

The old man lifted his foot – dirty, blackened – from the bucket. / “That’s what happens.” The younger man just nodded, scratched his beanie-hatted head, his matting bea… 357 words

A Vision of Ireland by bren

He walked the way / From his childhood / Home / His face carved out by / The wind and the waves / Reaching the cliff / Stared into the sea / That looked like his face because of / The wind and the wa… 110 words

Rash Judgement by bren

The oven. The oven had me out there doing what I had to do because of the oven. I hate going out there. The people and everything. Looking at me looking at them. It’s like some kind of dysfunct… 1521 words

Smile! by bren

Night time. The neon splashes on water lying in the gutters, running down windows. The rain splashes on the people lying in gutters, running down streets. Cars pass, throwing puddle water and neon fr… 1010 words

Mo Leaba: A Derivative Account of Child-Induced Inso... by bren

I am in my own room. It is where I live now. With my wife and two children. I am sleeping, or trying to. My children, whom I assume to have read Beckett are punishing us. Perhaps for bringing them to… 648 words