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Cyril came from Staffordshire and had just turned 70; he was making his way along Dresden Road on his way to the British legion in Longton town centre. All those years of history and war so long...

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Dust in the wind Summer has gone now ice cold winds fast approaching as I walk into the forest the dead and dying lie around me look there’s some I run kicking, jumping, shouting, screaming. Th...

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I am not a scrooge! Frosty the Snowman is not a Christmas Song. After a number of lovey-dovey winter/snow related songs, we finally get to a kids’ song. We have in this one a bunch of kids who ...

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Invisible people What are they! Who are they! bill said. My answer to bill I thought was a simple explanation of the story we were reading on the front page of the morning paper. The invisible p...

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hi people, just to let you know that due to being hospitalised Ive not been around to come here :-) obvious . Anyway I was took in with what was assumed a stroke. I was unable to walk or crawl a...

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This morning, I was going through papers on my desk when I came across the notebook I usually carry around with me. At the very top I had scribbled, “One hour in the hospital is like a full day a...

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The next day, I woke up early. That night I could barley sleep, thinking of that woman with her dazzling eyes that would enchant anyone who could see them, and even about her servant who has disa...

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I could hear the flutter of the winds and the breeze dancing with the dust to compose the melody of life. Behind these melodies that enchanted my world, I could see the tears fall I could see tea...

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The crowd began to gather round. Paramedics took my indifferent corpse to an ambulance… 10 minutes late. A pretty girl had dropped her red roses, Petals now blown by the cold wind Onto my face wi...

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Once upon a time there was a kind, gentle, sweet girl named Mari beautiful inside and out. She lived in a small farm on the edge of the Bere forest with her stepmother and stepsister. Mari’s fath...

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You have to look into my eyes Follow me into a world of ecstasy There and only there Will you find the peace to unwind Beautiful blue eyes not brown Shady lids, stunning ocean view Embracing eve...

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Autumn Leaves Gone now are the heart warming summer nights. Wondrous colours are on every tree, Leaves falling down create beautiful sights, Listen quietly to the wind, Playing through the branc...

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My love comes to me in the night, and I hold her to my chest, I feel her breath coming in passions light as I hold her to me. Our lips do meet in a kiss to steal, our ragged breaths away. One on ...

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My eyelids closed and darkness took me. Lights out, dead-end, you name it; the show was over. Beyond the viewing window in the next room members of a small audience began to leave in ones and tw...

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Chapter 1 At long last the wedding was over the summer had arrived, Moira and her daughter Morag looked forward to finally going home to the ancestral home on The Isle of Skye Scotland, her daug...

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here In this soft light, your features glow like an Angel's, your eyes sparkle like a million stars, each strand of hair glows in the hue. In the Romance of the Candlelight, there is nothing...

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My shadow moved across the walls, Shape shifting with the contours of my room, from the light that shone through the window of the door. Tears fell like drops of rain to form small oceans, each ...

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My eyes are closed as I try to rest from the weariness of the day But yet again I spend one more night where sleep evades me the dreams I have are forever frequently waking me, and out of the ...

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At little overdue but at last I sit down with my thoughts meandering like a river, the thrill of anticipation invades my body, sending chills down my spine. Writing to you has always been a full ...

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That first time, that first kiss I wanted to stop the sands of time. I wanted to remember everything, To memorize gentleness in your eyes The lines of your face, your arms and shoulders, the wa...

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At the close of the day the sun sits low in the sky, The birds are singing softly bringing in the dusk and the music in my mind calls out on its journey home to the one who loves me. Each day my...

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