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When wishes come true - part 2…
Sobbing uncontrollably Mrs. Henderson draws me into her embrace. As I nuzzle into her neck I smell her perfume, musky, sweet. Ah the aroma of my Mother and feeling an overwhelming need to sooth her, I…
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Paws and Claws the latest bit.
THE HORRORS
We had got over the recent period of tragedy by working in the garden, passing my HGV driving test and having the …
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The Working Man’s Special (Based on Keats’ “La Belle Dame...
And so each Friday I’d go cash my check, after the job, when the kids were still in school, and the wife was still at work…
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The Yolk
You once asked me, “Why do I see you so clear in my dreams
without my glasses on?” -
Pit and Pen: Chap. 5, Pt. 1
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Pit and Pen: Chap. 4, Pt. 2
She needed a friend, if she was going to have any chance to survive this new life.
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Empyreal Eyes
Those empyreal eyes—stormy, passionate, soft, and blue—stayed sharp despite the wrinkles that belied her age.
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All My Teachers Drank Tab
I can’t tell this tale in its entirety because it’s lengthy and I don’t want to bore you with my astonishing accomplishments and heroic deeds and gestures. Instead, I will let you gnaw on this…
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A slice of history
In the early days of the AfterBurn mankind was struggling to regain the level of shape stability once happily experienced. The process of sun coalescing had had numerous and unpredicted effects. Altho…
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Roses
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Coffee with cream
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A Love Letter in the Future
Frank is now assigned as livestock in a clinic in Perth and Merle was sent to Sydney.
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Because i'd like that all the time
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Roaches.
Yes it is a bit disgusting, but once you get used to them it ain’t so bad, yeah right! They are dirty. I know that some say they are cleaner than you think, but I see them skulking around and think, Y…
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This time my grandma' was escorted out of the field
“Martha dear, are those jelly pancakes ready yet? The girls want to hear the story about grandma’ Dory” the old lady whispered to the woman next to her.
“Yes, Mother…” the young woman replied in …
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The wonder years.
There is a boy in my bed. He is curled up under one of those crochet blankets. You know the rainbow coloured ones? The knitted kind old people sell at fetes next to the toffee apples and custard tarts…
