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Through My Eye by Dylan Stevens

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 12:37:23 +0100

One of the girls pouring drinks glanced across, her eyes move swiftly onto the girls next to me...

Second Chance by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 26 May 2009 10:41:27 +0100

The constant jangle of the horses’ harness didn’t frighten me but the sudden sound of silence did; it meant death for the cornered men.

Graveyard Patch by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 26 May 2009 10:40:31 +0100

As darkness fell the policeman spoke to the woman at the graveside.

The Female by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 26 May 2009 10:39:16 +0100

The woman, called the Black Widow, raised her veil to show her beautiful face as I, the local bobby, broke the news of her husband's death.

Blink... Wake Up In Mourning by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 26 May 2009 10:37:45 +0100

As an executioner I hated victims who went to school with me.

Mark of the Beast by Cleveland W Gibson

Wed, 20 May 2009 10:02:40 +0100

The detective examined the deep claw marks on the roof with his magnifying glass. The beast had struck once more.

French Stick by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 19 May 2009 11:20:47 +0100

The robbers of the Codal security building did a last check before escaping with millions of francs.

Foreign Legion Tale by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 19 May 2009 11:22:14 +0100

"I’m ex- Foreign Legion. A killer with dreams.” “Problems?” the prison psychiatrist demanded.

Tender The Grave-digger by Cleveland W Gibson

Tue, 19 May 2009 11:23:24 +0100

“Look!” Tender shouted from the grave.

The Heartbreak of a Child by Madelin Bexon

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 12:28:40 +0100

Life was good, Dad was here, but tears came, Mum was sad. I was mad, but no-one understands. I am a child, only eight, how am I to sort my head; I love my mum, my brother, my Granddad, my Nanny, but I’m angry in my head! Do they understand?

Somebody's Love! by Madelin Bexon

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 09:50:29 +0000

A special person, where have you gone? Your eyes took me in, but you do not really see? Who was the person who came to see you every day? You did not know! Dad, at peace, where no one will judge you or disrespect you….

Coming Home! by Madelin Bexon

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 09:49:49 +0000

The train makes it way ‘up line’ from Exeter and gradually the familiar site of the old rail works appear into view! My home town, a place that holds memories, family, school, work, marriage, divorce, new love, new life. A regular joy of revisiting ‘why did I ever leave you?’