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I suppose I should write about ideas, beliefs and dreams. But why? I didn't get this far for my head, it was for my heart and eye for men. My house. I am at home, my partner
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Still, no buyer! Ann thought, sadly. Nobody wanted their land, their house, their home. Of course, she wanted their home. But, like her job or Tom's imprisonment, city life was
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Tom was bored, marking the date with chalk on the wall. At least he was alone. It had been four months since, well, freedom. He was thin and weak but no longer dying. No longer
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Ann looked excitedly at the screen. Her hard work was paying off. Soon she would see Tom again, they would go home. She saw the advertisement. Home. The opinion polls could
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Ann looked excitedly at the TV screen. Her hard work was paying off. She looked at the opinion polls excitedly. Conservative lead. Soon she would see Tom. Soon
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Tom was thin. He looked towards the guard, spoon in his hand. Yet, he refused to eat the food. The bait. The temptation. "If you don't eat, you will make up the time. Longer
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Ann ate the vegetable wrap. What a strange word 'wrap'. It was, of course, a sandwich- made from foreign bread. She looked at a man, kneeling on the floor, and felt a pang of j
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"You disgust me," said Stubbs, glaring at Tom. "Wha' kinda man kills animals?" Hypocrisy. Stubbs, of course, had only killed a human. Football fight, a little out of hand. B
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The smell of mahogany hung in the air, giving a whiff of hypocrisy. The destruction of the rain-forest, apparently, did not matter. The hammer banged like a gunshot as the j
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Smoke clogged the air, covering the little area not littered with buildings and rubbish. Within the multicultural centre of London, the only colour was grey. Grey stone from th
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The final puppy stared back into Tom's eyes. Not yet named. This should be easy. It wasn't. Tom shut his eyes and pulled the trigger. The dog was dead.
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Charles “Here is Mr. White for your meeting, sir,” said Francis, my assistant. ‘Mr. White’ or ‘Howard’ as he asked me to call him had a conservative hairstyle, but he
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Barbara lay on her bed, the locket in her hand. She examined it, its gold falling onto her cold hand as she grasped. Inside was a picture. A picture and a letter. Outside t
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The movie started to fill the screen and suddenly Barbara was back. Was this the past? No- but it imitated it so well. Architecture, clothes and even planes were remarkably rep
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Barbara Baird walked from the street into her apartment. It was tiny, she wasn't rich. Was anybody these days? But, she felt different, like Anastasia locked in a room she coul
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Johnny looked blankly at the computer screen. More paperwork. But at least, this time it was interesting. This time, people had died. Who had killed them? He knew the eviden
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"Listen, we need permission," Howard said, looking towards the sheriff. The sheriff was a man of trust, a man of dignity. Unfortunately, he was an old man - to be replaced with
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Sam got out of the car, slowly. I watched as Sam's coat fell to the ground and I also climbed out. "Sam, you've forgotten your coat!" I called. Sam didn't care. Her gaze was
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Just as he was wanting to be free, he was caught. He could only see a portion of the world, and felt it cutting off from him at every moment. How could the world become so diff
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It was eight thirty, and the mosquito was dressing into a suit. He, who had been transformed into a lesser being, had to wear nothing. His fleshy body was different, it had win
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He awoke with a start. Where was he? Looking down he managed to see the bed underneath him, he managed to see an insect. A mosquito the size of a man was lying in his bed, with
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As she brushed her hair from her face, she knew it would be one long night. Why were they doing this? Did she have to stand by him, whilst he lied? After all, she couldn’t reme
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The next morning, Howard decided to take the boys to school himself. John soon settled down, but Edward did not want to go in- worrying that his teacher wouldn't let him have f
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When Howard Walker came back, the boys were gone. They hadn't gone into the McNicholas ranch, as planned, but they had rode past it with their father's alcohol, stopping to pic
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Howard got off his horse when he reached Farmer Henshaw's house and they started talking. Farmer Henshaw was the strongest woman in the village and she stood firm. "Are you
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My host brought some scissors into my room today. He was trying to impress me with them, the ease with which they cut paper, but I wanted to cut something else. If I ever get b
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Howard Walker had a new job. His boss had given it to him, when he retired, along with a ranch. He would look after that ranch with his own heart- as he had looked after it for
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Louisa came across the hall today. She didn't come into the room, but it was so close. I knew her from her firm English accent, and she had guests. Guests with my husband's nam
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Edward Walker rode back to his house, just as the sun was setting. It was the beginning of a long day. He had recently been stolen from, but it was no ordinary theft. It was mu
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(setting, nineteenth century London. Scene one: A man in a suit walks forward, he is the narrator. Behind him there is a young woman in a maid's uniform and a man in a suit)
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I miss my husband and am scared. Why doesn't Louisa ever come in this room? Of course, there are plenty of rooms to look in, I doubt I've seen them all but... is she being kept
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For the first time, tonight I missed my husband. I missed the way he would kiss me before sleep- but also the way we would go out together. Here, I never go out. I occasionally
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