| Bubbles
| | Louise lay back in the deep bubbles and luxuriated. Lavender, ylang-ylang caught the steam and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-02-08 |
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| Each to his own
| | “The flies crawled up the window, They says ‘we love to roam; once more up the window and then we’ll all go home’.” They were obviously very genteel flies, thought the child, because her... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 09-01-08 |
| Words: | 605 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Coffee
| | Isabella is happy. Dribbly giggles bubble up into the air around the baby stroller.... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Flash | | Updated: | 30-12-07 |
| Words: | 260 | | Comments: | 20 | | Status: | Public |
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| If The Sky Fell
| There’s a certain type of person - we all know at least one - who goes through life, constantly being lumbered with the blame... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-11-07 |
| Words: | 931 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Aromatherapy
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Maybe cities just smell better as... | | Words: | 506 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Reader |
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| If at first... (Revised)
| It was the perfect pond, Simon mused. The smile reflected back at him was tranquil, relaxed. His... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 21-03-07 |
| Words: | 269 | | Comments: | 20 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Viscosity of Blood (V2)
| | Go sacrifice yourself then on this Unholy Family altar. Go bleed before its craven images.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-03-07 |
| Words: | 293 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Interfaces (a love story)
| | "Can you see?"¨ the man said, pointing. "There, where the cloud breaks. The wisp behind." The woman looked to the sky. A curl of Parma violets was visible, just. Then it was gone. There was a sigh in... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 21-11-06 |
| Words: | 774 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Public |
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| Making Babies
| | The child knew nothing about the other side of puberty; nothing at all. She did not question where storks found the babies they delivered in the first place, and at the age of ten, she continued to... | | Words: | 347 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Proud Parents
| | ??You must be very proud,? said the nurse by way of conversation. ??Three fine children: a lecturer, a successful businessman and a linguist - you did a grand job there Mr Kinney.? The old man??s stomach... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Life | | Updated: | 04-05-06 |
| Words: | 776 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Bananas
| | I have taken to eating bananas in the bathroom. It is a long-ish cure for a verruca, but the lady at... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-03-06 |
| Words: | 256 | | Comments: | 16 | | Status: | Public |
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| On the delicate subject of fairies....
| | The thing we forget when we??re talking to children about fairies is that, for the most, children can see them all the time. The point being, when you then tell them about demented pixies ?? sitting... | | Words: | 639 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Public |
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| Kathleen
| | The old woman sat, her hands knitted across her old woman??s expansive belly, her head turned at a slight angle, like a bird??s, giving the impression that she might be inspecting the dull, mid-season... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Life | | Updated: | 09-02-06 |
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| The Leaving Do
| | I'd almost reached home when I saw the flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. My stomach flipped. But then it does that even when I go through the Green Channel at customs and I genuinely have... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-01-06 |
| Words: | 1020 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| | Jerry decided to go for it. There was a choice, of sorts, and the way he saw it, he was better placed than the next man - in any direction - to achieve this particular goal. Thus far, his argument was... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 31-10-05 |
| Words: | 1742 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Familiarity
| | Every single thing hurt. Her feet, her back, her skin, every thought, every pinched, clipped word of... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 12-09-05 |
| Words: | 112 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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