| British Red Cross: Disasters Response Challenge 2008
| | Addendum: Needs to be revised and edited to make the article more writerly before possible submission for publication. Red Cross Disasters Response Challenge. Friday 28th March, 2008. I have now just... | | Words: | 5105 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Patricide
| | (based on a patient who is paranoid about the evilness of his father).... | | Words: | 134 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Being hugged in the middle of the shopping centre!
| | Human individuals and populations. At the end of the day we are all strangers. And without ties or attachments we would have remained so. From the books I have read and many a quasi conversation with... | | Words: | 690 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Boredom: A Poem
| | When boredom has free reign,... | | Words: | 209 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| Lives that walk in circles (A Sestina).
| | One of my most earliest pieces A piece that has been revised... For a day appears as any other through the passing of time, Where nothing but the leaves of the elm declare her age and the low lying... | | Poetry | | Genre: | Sestina | | Updated: | 16-06-07 |
| Words: | 308 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Leaving Bradford
| | A nameless cardboard box lays there barren in the room. Where the walls are painted with formal magnolia hues. Thoughts had once swirled in through the opened windows removing the curried stench that... | | Words: | 334 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Public |
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| Untitled
| | Huddled by a ceramic fire,... | | Words: | 143 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| These Miles That Separate Us
| | A dedication to all those people that have lost someone close and also my late sister. May they all... | | Words: | 232 | | Comments: | 22 | | Status: | Public |
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| Burning Bridges: Life and Death in Kosova (Kosovo).
| | This is my first attempt at writing a short story! TO BE EDITED! March 1998: If only could still reminisce about the beauty of the land that is Kosovo. Look towards the East, for I will guide you to... | | Words: | 1765 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Blog: Meeting with Sue continued (draft two).
| | Blog: Meeting with Sue continued Today I am writing under the auspice of the great Jeff Buckley. It seems that Buckley??s spin of Leonard Cohen??s ??Hallelujah?? eases me into my writer??s... | | Words: | 579 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Blog: Meeting Sue for a night out
| | Meeting Sue On Saturday the 3rd June. Its quite funny encountering people, when you have only read their words and in many ways we are told to avoid strangers?I guess we are all strangers at the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-06-07 |
| Words: | 514 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| 3). Untitled Scene 2; Act 2 (rough draft- prelimminary)
| | On that Friday night the air was cold, but pleasant to the touch and a breeze could be felt making ruffles on my three quarter length coat. I just looked straight ahead and I wanted to be someone; but... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 25-05-07 |
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| 2). Untitled continued (Rough Draft). Scene 2; Act I.
| | Second scene: Act one- Wafting through the smog of the London underground, I sat politely through the hour journey which snaked southwards from Camden towards the Embankment. I was reminded that the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-05-07 |
| Words: | 520 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| 1). Untitled Scene I; Act I (rough draft- prelimminary)
| | Untitled (rough draft) Premise: I am Alfredo Callia...my name is all I can recognise, for my face disappeared before I could remember what I looked like, because of this I have become a man reduced to... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 23-05-07 |
| Words: | 726 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Cultural Confusion!
| | Sometimes I think I have an identity crisis. I guess identity can be an affiliation to any one particular thing, but in this tiny blog I will say closeness to a particular culture. I have been raised... | | Words: | 554 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Day 3 (I think)
| | A sleepless day continued?... | | Words: | 517 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Hong Kong: Day One
| | Hong Kong: Day One. It has just gone quarter past 8 in a region of Hong Kong known as Gau Liu Ha and at the present time the temperature is maintained at a sweltering 27 degrees centigrade. The only... | | Words: | 471 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Journeying Day: Canto II. Identity.
| | A Journeying Day: Canto II. Identity. Once I posed a moronic question to my mother, staring through her car window. ??Mum if I was born in the province of Hunan, would I have looked the way I look now?... | | Words: | 315 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Number 15 Bus.
| | Arrival: It can be lonesome to the soul, arriving at the bus station, shivering and blowing with a warm exhale. Ominous blocks of slap dash concrete that clad the shopping centre on the inner side. A... | | Words: | 487 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Journeying Day: Frailty (Canto I)
| | A Journeying Day: Frailty Canto I, Verso I. Burning ghats twirling so the smoke rises upon a Bhagirathi plain. A misty haze cold when felt, merging into the tears of families birthed into a Sissyphian... | | Words: | 836 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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