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He met her in a small bar on the backstreets of Brooklyn. To be completely accurate, she was actually standing outside the bar when he tried to enter it, but since they shortly moved inside, he only recalls them meeting there
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After death there is me. This was decided a long time ago – an immutable truth, set in stone to emphasise its hard, cold permanence. I am part of the establishment, a link in the chain. The chain is like all chains: a heavy,
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You smile, and they all fall in love with you. They place you on the side of the bed where the sun bathes itself, with light draped across you like a blanket, and your beautiful little grin glows in the midst of it. You’re li
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There is a cobweb, draped like a woollen shawl carelessly left on the back of a chair, suspended between the two sides of the open doorway opposite where I am standing. It is an intricate piece of weaving, with a hundred film
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They used to meet in a garden full of withering flowers and stinging nettles, running along the washing line which had so long ago drooped through lack of use, and could now be
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Is it possible to feel detached from something you’ve been close to all your life? As we grew older, despite the bond which we believed would never break and which we never wan
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The wall was crumbling slowly into the frothing, foaming water into which it had been planted like a seed is sown into supple soil. Everywhere on its surface were cracks, of va
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Good Mourning
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The room was rowdy, full of drunken people laughing and smoking and chatting with their friends. It was a large room, just counting as a hall, with chairs and tables dotted aro
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My name is Fernando. It’s a stupid name, I know, but then my parents are not the type to go for normal names like Matthew or Harry or Tom. My family are the least normal people
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Lucy clutched the letter to her chest as she made her way up the sweeping gravel driveway. The envelope was a creamy white colour, with a rubber seal now split open that had on
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Chapter One – Dragon Of Doom
Duchess Destruct, the most powerful dragon in the land of Deam, rapped her fingers on the top of her highly polished oak desk. -
Chapter One – An Assortment Of Animals
The sun was setting on Mount Speshiall as a single, shadowy figure made its way to the very top – the peak of the mountain. It walked -
Chapter One – The Wrath Of Whirl
“Useless!” cried the dark figure, who was standing alone on the peak of a high mountain, “Useless contraption! Why won’t you do as I say? Yo -
Chapter One – The Quest
Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Alice. She had brown hair, which was always untidy and hardly ever brushed. Her eyes were a deep greby squirrelmick 3800 words, 4 comments, on Feb 15 3:31 PM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Childrens, Fantasy -
The machine beeped once. Just once. But it was enough to relieve the troubled mind of Natalie King as she sat by the hospital bed. Running a hand wearily through her curly red
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“Just one more performance, Kathy!” whispered Jack Dunson, “Just one more and we’ll never have to do another one! Phew!”
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It’s raining outside. Droplets of cool clear water are running down the window, and as I gaze out into the back garden the green grass is drenched and muddy. As I look upwards,
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The people of Lower Tribblington all lived in white washed terraced houses which stood in little rows like an army of identical soldiers. Each neighbourhood was full of people
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