June 8, 2011
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Category Archives: writing
June 25, 2010
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Meeting Kelly Moree
The morning was and cloudy when I opened the curtains. The first day that was not warm and sunny for days. Hanging up the washing as I anticipated rain, on the clothes maiden, Nanna and Grandad arrived. “Yey, Nanna’s here!” … Continue reading
April 26, 2010
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Skidding car and shop encounters
Sasha eventually looked up at the clock. 8.50 am. “Damm” She shouted and ran out the house through her garden, hair flapping and slapping her in the face. She drove her BMW off toward the corner shop frantacally. She parked … Continue reading
March 25, 2010
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Fishy phone
Jez tumbled onto the floor, fighting his way out of his bed sheet that had become a twisted knot that had wrapped its way around both ankles. He breast stroked his way across the floor of magazines and clothes sweeping … Continue reading
March 24, 2010
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Lucy’s Lovely Lorry
The house shook. Lucy opened her eyes startled, to a loud crashing noise of what sounded like the collapse of her house beneath her. She could hear gasps of terror from outside. Lucy slid out from her Egyptian cotton sheets … Continue reading
March 18, 2010
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Jez wake up!
Jez rolled over onto his side and farted. His black cat Pitra pounced on his body and began pummeling his blue faded duvet in an over enthusiastic deliberate caty way, obviously delighted with the fart, and its smell, sure that … Continue reading
March 18, 2010
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Morning Sasha’s Pizza
A pizza box flew across the garden into next doors bushes. Sasha lent her elbows on the kitchen surface, with her chin sitting in her open palms, as she watched her recycling box offer its contents to the skies and … Continue reading
March 17, 2010
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Who’s head?
Who’s head am I in today? I am thinking of a totally new way of writing. A way of writing that any one can read at any time and get ‘something’ out of the daily/weekly prose. I am sharing my … Continue reading