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Bird

His family loved him, of that you can be sure. He was, after all, from them and like them. Sometimes when his mother walked with her child along a street, he would look up at her and see the pride in her eyes. And sometimes when she was tired of dealing with the unkindness of others, and the way they stared at her little son, he could see tears in her face. She would secretly dry her eyes with…

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The Morning of the Day.....

The Morning of the Day…..

She could feel the sun on her heart, as its rays broke through the window. There was a bird, a blackbird, singing in the old twisted trees. She heard the cyclists from the city, shouting to one another as their bikes sailed past her front door. The aroma of the freshly made coffee had skipped the stairs and had, instead, entered her room through a little opened window. There was a quiet tap as a…

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A Christmas Walk

He had always lived in the city. His parents had met there, and his brothers and sisters had been born there.

Sometimes they’d visit the countryside, but it would always be on a blue-sky day. This led Andy to believe that the city was mostly a dark and wet place and it was the land beyond where the sun always warmed the land.

He’d dreamt of his father again, meaning the he had woken at 3.20am in…

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Thank You for Today

Thank You for Today

Thank you for today,

Not everything was good,

And not everything was bad,

I woke up sad and somewhere in the sunshine

The day got a little better.

  Thank you for today

For letting me see that

Life is difficult for every heart

And some things, which I find easy, others don’t

And maybe the opposite is true

  Thank you for today,

And although I am not where I want to be

I realise that I might just…

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The Clockwork Orange Football Striker

The Clockwork Orange Football Striker

I guess there are two parts to this story. The first half, is how we met, and how we became the best of friends. The second part is where and when it all fell apart.

I’d like to start with the happier story first.

When Cy first turned up, I had no idea. No idea what or who he was. All I’d ever wanted to do was be a footballer. Nothing and no one was ever going to stop me from getting to my…

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Ghosts

A while back he wouldn’t have been having a conversation about all of this, but a while back the world was a different place.

All his life he’d been an eccentric little kid and for that read – he’d done his own thing. Sometimes being that way meant folks either took longer to catch up with you, never managed to catch up with you, or couldn’t be bothered to try. That was fair enough; aren’t we…

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The Titanic in New York City - Adel and Dirk

The Titanic in New York City – Adel and Dirk

That Wednesday morning, the sun shone, and a gentle breeze blew in from the sea. As far as Adel was concerned, she had everything in life she wanted. She lived in Brighton Beach at the bottom end of Brooklyn, and she had a job painting decorations on the rides at Coney Island.

She had been in New York City for almost a year. A year of struggling and making a life for herself in a new country. It…

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Me and Buzz and Halloween

Me and Buzz and Halloween

Every year at Halloween it was the same routine, Buzz would keep me guessin’ about what he was wearing and I would do the same to him. And every year he’d dress up like the Lone Ranger and I’d dress as Tonto. So this year I told Buzz that I was goin’ as Tonto – straight out like – and that totally confused him (as if anyone needed to work at that). He was goin’ real crazy wonderin’ if I was…

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