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My lighter will not work, you might not care; My lighter will not work, Oh, the despair.   My cigarette is unlit, I do not mean to scare; My cigarette is unlit, how do I end this nightmare?   What's ...

FMCG (Fast Moving Consumer Goods) is the name, filling shelves is my game. Supermarket shelves is what I fill. Large or small, shallow or deep, or the AOV; why? I am the "Fast Moving ...

I am tired, of being strong and reliable; caught between, “She’ll be right, mate” and, “pass the No. 8 wire”. I wonder, what would it be like, to let go; become an emotional mess of ...

I love contradictions; I live contradictions, here’s one: this might be our last meeting: but it is not!   We might never assemble right here - seated around this table - but we will meet again: in the street, ...

Those eyes, so deep; an ocean of despair: too sad to weep, with a hint of fear.   So, little sister, I feel your pain: "where do I go, how shall I live?". Me? I have nothing ...

A Short Story In Two Parts. By Danny Kemp author of The Desolate Garden. (Using a character from that novel) Part One.               Allow me to introduce myself then, like many before ...

THE DAY I DIE (Variations on a Theme in 5 parts)   ** 1 **   THE DAY I DIE will, like the day I was born, be like any other: on the edge of an ...

1.   The gate had not been breached. A shot had not been fired. Still they got in, The defences had retired.   They were welcomed in: Carried and pulled, Trojan Horse. The plan had worked. Events would take their ...

Autumn, having been knocking impatiently, has breached the gates, but Summer's burning, unrelenting embrace will not relent. The days are still hot and long, even as the hours of daylight decrease. The sun's ...

I posted this three-line romantic poem on the internet last week. To rise from a barren earth. To soar above, to wing away. To escape from all that’s lacking, and live to love ...

It starts, as always, at the top, it’s a flow, a flood, a torrent, trickle or drop; coursing hard and metallic through your blood.   Drops of water, liquid and elusive; hard as rock, soft as ...

“Why do I proclaim such an imperative on hope: and the reasonable expectation of the inevitability of the return of hope?” “THIS is my reply! To not do so would be to cravenly ...

Shirley took off her makeup. She applied night cream. She brushed her teeth. The night-time rituals were familiar and boring. She yawned and wanted to stop her ablutions half way ...

Is so quiet, withdrawn,sharp in retort;closes here yes, for fearof what she might see,“I’m OK”, she says;but it is not so.Her eyes gives away, closedshe cannot see ME!I wish someone ...

Avert your eyes please, I am naked.Didn't know what to wear,which body stance to assume,when I came here.Thank you, you may look now.Casually dressed, in a noncholant sort of way,an ...

Don’t get me wrong, I love dogs, cats at a stretch, but dogs of most descriptions then most certainly. I draw the line at greyhounds. One took a lump out ...

“This is your confession, your last chance to confess, of lives you have entered and with those that you’ve messed. I can give you redemption, I can make everything good. You ...

Julia stares out from their balcony, scanning the wide ocean view for the telltale spurts of water or splash of fin.  Her eyes slide to the lighter blue sea closer ...

Disclaimer: contains swearing. They walked slowly across the foyer glancing through the downdraft of funnelled heat.  “Need a drink” announced Harry “A pint?” hoped Sam “No, a coffee or something…” “Hmm…hey okay – over here.” Harry ...

 Diary   I’ve a beautiful diary So full of dates A full 365 days and nights, But I think sometimes sadly, Especially of late It’s a shame they’re all filled In hindsight.         Memory   You never waved                      goodbye,   You simply Shimmered.   Babbling   Babbling   Language is a   babbling ...

This house clock was found in hock I wouldn’t tick, it wouldn’t tock The spare parts were all out of stock And little left to do.   Some beast, it seems, had gotten in, Created some ...

The corridor caught in the convex glass, familiar, like some memory still to come, curved round to converge upon some unreflected, unreached point. Beyond, he vaguely perceived the second hand sweep in silence, rippling the reflection in his eyes. Deep down, some half-forgotten memory stirred, the ...

I sat quiet for some time, staring at the blank wall. No answers came. “This must be for good”, I thought. Then there was a knock on the door. “Varun’s ...

Harry smiled at his mum while she tucked him up. He had no intention of sleeping. After all, it wasn’t even really dark yet. He knew what to do.                  “Mum, ...