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Retrospective 57

Posted on May 13, 2011 at 9:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Such a little difference

The places we went

All the history I learned

The things you got to do

The things you got to see

Such a little difference

The lives we have led

All that we have become

Broken and fooled

The world thought I would win


Such a little difference

The advantages apportioned

All the history I made

The things I got to do

The things I got to see

Such a little difference


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Jason's Story

Posted on March 24, 2011 at 6:51 PM Comments comments (1)

There's been some talk in the forum about story ideas, ones we'd love to write but won't or ones we want to see what other people's takes are.  Anyway, this is the latter and is my attempt at the shoot a child/let a plane blow up dilema I proposed.

I hope you like it and some of you write your own version.


Jason's Story

           “It’s quite simple, Jason,” Wal...

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Supernova Armageddon

Posted on March 2, 2011 at 9:49 PM Comments comments (5)

Quick author's ramble - sorry I've not been about much, I will read what I can as soon as I can. Anyway, I've been applying Project 52 to my writing and I have 60,000 or so words. I know its cheating not to post before I've finished but my ego wants to know the damn thing holds together before I take the risk.

Anyway, here's a related piece to my P-52 tale that may well end up in the final edit, albeit in a slightly different form.


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Turning Happy

Posted on December 17, 2010 at 9:41 PM Comments comments (0)

It is only a rough draft - no rewrites yet - but I quite like it. Of course, I like everything I squeeze out but I think this one has legs. Either way, I'd like to know what you all think.

Turning Happy

I know you’ll say I’m drinking too much

If I turn up like this in the morning

I just don’t want to sleep tonight

I want to keep myself going

Pretending I’m sixteen again


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Frank and The Bogeymen

Posted on October 20, 2010 at 7:09 PM Comments comments (6)

            Frank Drummond left his house a little before six pm, just like he’d done almost every night of his adult life.  He kissed his wife goodbye on the doorstep, still happy that she was there to kiss and making the same promise he made every night. 


            “I’ll be back by dawn, love. I’ll make you a cup of tea.”...

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A Family Cycle

Posted on September 21, 2010 at 3:28 PM Comments comments (12)

Contains strong language and images.  Please remember, I want to make you go 'ewww'.


           From inside the closet I watched, biting my tongue to stay quiet and wishing I could close my eyes.  I never wanted anything more than I wanted to close my eyes that night. I’d have pulled them out with my fingers if I’d not been too scared to move.  I didn’t have to re...

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Reconnections - Space View

Posted on September 8, 2010 at 6:06 PM Comments comments (2)

This is an aside to the novella I'm trying to get knocked into shape, set at the end of my take on a zombie holocaust.  I'll be posting 'Reconnections' just as soon as I can get the second half of it to pretend it's half-decently written with a coherent plot.  Parts 1-4 are good and, I think, rather nicely written but I don't want to post anything until the conclusion's nailed down.

In the meantime, whilst I take a break from shouting at my keyboard and wondering w...

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My Familiar And I (part 2)

Posted on September 1, 2010 at 2:39 PM Comments comments (3)

Prelimary Comments :

I'm not entirely pleased with this but it's about as good as it's going to get.

I'm totally chuffed I've got this one out of my head.

The name 'Griezzle' is taken from a woodcut documenting the confession of one of the witches who 'confessed' to Matthew Hopkins. If you standardise it the name is probably 'Grizzle' but I prefer the elongated vowels.

Anyway, I hope the story stands up and I'd like to know if I wrote it well.

(it's a...

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My Familiar

Posted on August 9, 2010 at 2:32 PM Comments comments (8)

            The old guy upstairs ran over my cat on the twenty-third of June.  I saw it happen as I was walking back from the shops, I couldn’t have been more than fifty feet away.  I don’t know if he saw the cat but he did see me running along the road, shouting and waving, the beer and crisps bouncing into crumbs and fizz in my backpack.  He looked at me and I swear he smiled before reversing the rest of the w...

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Posted on August 9, 2010 at 1:04 PM Comments comments (3)

This was on EditRed, but I thought I'd share it here too.

           The howling wind made the tree by the bathroom window creak ominously, reminding Peter of the essay he had to write tonight.  Only a few hundred words on the opening of Wuthering Heights, but still more than he wanted to do.  Knowing that he’d be dealing with the damn book for the next six weeks didn’t help his m...

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