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BillySoho

I’m leaning against the bar when she walks in. I’ve just got home for Christmas and am in the function room, upstairs at this pub in town, where there are supposed to be some bands on. She spots me, tosses her blonde hair back, and gives me a strange look...

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Don't You Quit

Separation is difficult but life goes on. Then I met someone who told me "Don't you quit!

Following my separation time passed. I kept myself busy but others watching me were worried. I was not to know that until one day, a woman who had been watching started talking to me. We went for a cup of coffee then a drink at a bar. During our conversat...

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Expression

Written for a fellow poet going through tough times.

I shouldn’t have to say it – it should come as no surprise, I’m thinking rhyme and meter when I look into your eyes. Everything you say to me, and everything you do, is captured in my crafted lines and sent right back to you. I pack your words and actions...

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An Encounter in the Woods by Night

A walk in the woods leads to something strange

Eldon Woods was dark and quiet as I walked the path from Riordan Crescent to the park. I rarely entered those woods after dark. There were reports of coyotes and, more likely, the risk of human predators. But on this night, I took my daily walk after suns...

Santa vs. Zombies

Santa has a long naughty list this year.

A corpulent man dressed in a red suit with an ermine collar stepped off the sleigh onto the roof. The full moon shone brightly on the new-fallen snow and he walked in semi-midday luster to the chimney. He paused at each of his reindeer to give them a pat...

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When She Was A Girl

Thriving, growing, moving, rising out of dysfunction.

When she was a girl, her world was shaky. Her father had left them and the mother, well, she needed those meds to keep her brain clear. Instead, the mother shoved them down the drain and listened to the gurgle of the disposal. It seemed to match the hush...

A Red Umbrella

Mark becomes curious about the umbrella that appears each Sunday

Rain rattled on his large black umbrella, as Mark Dexter leaned over the promenade wall. It had pelted down non-stop since early that Sunday morning and looked set in for the day, accompanied by a gusty breeze. Below him, the sand was hardened all the way...

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Fuel Season 3: Episode 13 – Homecoming

Solo's magnificent return is interrupted by none other than the racer who beat him at the Grand Prix

29th of November – Season 3 Solo Magubane tried to relax as the plane made its final descent, making fists with his toes. Solo always flew with flip-flops on so that he could slip them off when he needed to and he needed to now, having never liked this pa...

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Bar Keep

Tale from the old west.

The cattle drive was over and the men had drawn their pay – was time to lose those weeks of blues and to find a place to stay. They wandered past an old saloon built of wood and rusted tin – a place where scamps and saddle tramps came to gamble, drink and...

BillySoho

I’m standing next to the sideboard, dusting the ornaments. The light’s coming through the large window. The room has an airy feel about it. I’m holding a big, blue piece of cut glass. It looks expensive. It could be a paperweight. I glance over at Richard...

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Useless

Suffering

I wake up every morning from a total lack of sleep, soaking wet with tears and sweat from notions that I keep. I still can feel the bruises from the beating that I got, a belt to mesh with tender flesh – it happens quite a lot. My parents say they love me...

Saving Time

Lady journalist helps school with extra complications

Yorke Millen sat back and viewed the letter on the desk in front of him. How, in the present circumstances, was he going to manage the next few months as temporary head teacher? Being deputy head was fair enough, the buck didn't stop with you. But now, he...

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Life in the old Montmartre, to drink to Love and Life, to share lust with artists, blend into their paintings, oblivious to space and time. To live for love and lust, to love and lust so as to live, to lose and win with a smile, to love a writer, seduce m...

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