The girl with no name

Standing still in the centre of the square the girl with no name, screamed silently. Each of the villagers in turn, crumbled over, mimicking the various deformed statues that lay outside of the village boundary. Only seen from afar, no one questioned where...

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The Mother

The old house echoed with the sound of her familiar footsteps, the day she died. Standing next to her deathbed, six sons, graduating down in height from their father stood stoically at the foot of the bed. Candles flickering in all corners of...

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C’est la Vie

The baby cried. A bustle of colour that signified the extended family watched on with pride. The rite of exorcism had been performed and the baby, splashed with water had entered a life with Jesus. The party began. A darkened figure moved...

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I am a cat

I am a cat! The cat screamed, George thought.  But you are one, he replied.  The cat screamed again.  How can I explain it to you? A cat is a cat.  The cat screams louder.  Will you ever stop this nonsense?   George screams.  Stupid man why are...

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The Massey Ferguson Tractor – A love story

It was late summer 1946, the first summer after the war. Mary hung her long curly dark hair over the tin basin outside. The water had a pleasant coolness as it lapped against her scalp. She was getting ready for the dance at the crossroads hall...

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Only the wind chime sounded

Where the tips of the dying trees meet the clear blue sky, life stops and breath begins. Crumbling with root rot from the mechanical drones sent in to manufacture new, moderated, considered death, the trees are toppled one by one. Soon. A block grey...

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Fairies at Twilight

I wandered sleepily at twilight, traversing this world and the other, neither awake nor asleep, feeling everything and absolutely nothing. My time to leave had arrived.

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The summer the clowns died

The summer the clowns died it rained. It’s raining here too! It never stops raining, the crashing of water disturbs me, stops me from sleeping. Why do you have to be so happy? I’m not. I like the rain it keeps me cool. But why cycle? Because...

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Looking back

I was young, un-afraid and open-minded once, but that was a very long time ago. A time when I un-wittingly had a voice in a world of unspoken ideas, incarcerated for speaking out, I became fearful, stripped of my hope. The girl standing next to me received...

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Dark movement

Dark movement Misty Galway, a performance. Shot of Super 8 Film Text: Dark movement in a deep shadowy silence. Hushed expectations circle the conspiracy. A single on looker partakes in the inner circle, Un-noticed. A shrill piercing scream descends in...

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Bird on the line

Miss Pink flexed her bird catching talons, just like in a technicolour cartoon, but, with way more malice. Come to think of it, maybe not. I sat watching tv, an adult, horrified, at a toy story toon, decapitating a helpless plastic penguin....

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Alice is lost

A lonely lost bird sings on the washing line, sings so loudly, but there is no one to hear its song. She, Alice, sat for a day and a half waiting, but no one came. The sweet sadness of the lost bird’s song, permeated through the soil, the small root bound...

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Fish & Pie

Being a symbol comes at a mighty cost. Day after day, I hang here, swinging in the gentle breeze, sweating in the scorching sun, with brief moments of relief during the thunderous rain. I didn't start out like this, I was happy, had a purpose, I could have...

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Blue Butterflies

I’d love to live where the blue butterflies sing, Where famine stones remember, crickets are free, And dreams are caressed by the mid-day sun. Far away Dogs chauffeured in cars, eight-year-olds browse the Internet, Schools go online, where the...

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