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Well dinner was a complete nightmare, my brothers were both in foul moods, and my parents were swept off their feet with work. Though I did the good daughter thing, I helped cl
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How to explain this to her? I sat on the fence, and felt like one of those garden gnomes with the fishing rods. The typical image of a gnome. Well I have met quite a few, and I
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I spent much of the following week in my own garden, under my favourite tree there. It was small and cute, at the very end of our garden, tucked away out of sight at the edge o
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I ventured back to the orchard the following day. I couldn’t stop myself, I HAD to go, I’m not sure why, but something wasn’t right, something was nagging at me. So I sat quiet
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The walk home seemed to take longer than usual. I couldn’t get my head around what exactly had happened that day. It seemed so familiar, yet very different. It reminded me of a
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I watched her waken to the dusky sky. Now, once again she looked sad and lost. I knew though, that if I had stayed with her, she would have never have gone home. She would have
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Marie was sitting there, at the back of her grandparent’s house, under the biggest apple tree, with her tin whistle and tobacco pouch at her side. This was her favourite place
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This is a story from two life times ago. Not in the sense of never-ending years that collect the dusty imagery of the past. But that of two lives. Neither very special, as in t
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Blake’s Blood
I sat at my desk on a normal evening, I hadn’t done my homework, but I was feeling too dead to do it, as per usual. I got lost in thought and I don’t know how
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