Tag: Writing
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One day last January…
Sometimes you find yourself in the most surreal of situations. You have to ask yourself whether things are real or imaginary. Take this for instance… Clyde Caspian of The Northern Star newspaper caught up with me at lunchtime today. I was walking around the lake when he jumped out at me from one of the…
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On the way here, a long long time ago…
Time. One thing we have plenty of yet always need more of. I’m still caught up in a whirlwind right now, with time intermittently speeding itself up and slowing itself down again. Within this turmoil, I’m trying to hold the whole fabric of time and space together by bridging this ever widening and ever shrinking…
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I say You may, I may
You may think things are not so good, I may disagree…You may think of yourself as ugly, I may think you are beautiful…You may think I am beautiful, I may not agree…You may have something to say, I may listen…You may want your own space, I may not notice…You may be interested in writing, I…
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Mystic Springs
Emeralda looked out through the bay window to the road outside. A rather well kept street on the whole, she thought, looking across the road to the houses opposite. Number one had the tree in the garden, and, on the branch that reached out across the road, she could see Tuppence, one of number three’s…
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The one that got away
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead.I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently.Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow.I watch. I stare.It’s now. Or never.I stretch. I pounce. I reach. I flex. I grab.I miss.Next time. I’ll feed.I’m hungry.
The Mansionic Perspective 