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Crime, Humour, Abstract and Thriller
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Lean mean Larry kept a rubber cosh under the driving seat of his Sierra Scorpion - now fully taxed and MOT’d. Trying desperately to be cool and casual but unavoidably self aware, Larry eased the car around a quiet suburban street in Orpington, South London. On the straight run he jammed his free hand down the side of his seat and gently brushed a finger across the tight rubber surface of the...

lessons

Abstract
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On a clear day the Castle could be seen from his bathroom window, its turrets peeking out from the dense woodland that sprawled behind his apartment block. Tomorrow he would be inside, leaving behind this fragile World to embark on a new, brutal reality. He had found the delicate gold leafed invitation taped to his front door several days ago. The message inside was hand written in swift black ita...

If I move, kill me

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A new town dusty dawn no squawks or spiked heels – just whiskey, whips and harlot hips: straw for old toothless here. Ham, pie, hot beans - gonna have me some of those chocolate creams. Lord, help me find tobacco. More mud than a man can stand out here. Rain and wind that’ll whip you up –crack open a hell for you; won’t ever let you go. I dig in deep – ain’t...

The Lion and The Turtle

Humour and Abstract
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10am: still under the covers. If I turn over again I’m trapped for the day. The sun’s starting to fry my face through the window; if I’d known I’d still be laying here for this long I would have remembered to pull the blind down last night. I get up, regrettably. I take a swig from an old bottle of water that’s been kicked around the room for weeks – it’s ...

Timewaster

Humour, Abstract and Poem
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The sky is a dirty white sheet folded tightly around a frozen city: an unmade bed without warmth or comfort. Today, the pub, my fortress full of exiled gentiles, is the doomed gloom head of a broom that hits you squarely between the eyes. A thick sticky boredom holds me closer to the bar than usual; wheat’s and barleys are slowly purifying my mahogany soul. Moeris crawls in, that dirty begg...

Second Skin

Humour and Abstract
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