Certificate 18

short term resident struggles to find identity in dust bowl desert and eyes up that lucky 7

In the morning I awoke to find someone had switched off the light and taken the bottle I’d been drinking from. There was a bowl of muesli and a jug of milk on the bedside cabinet.

"Would you cheat on her?"

"Pardon?" I looked confused. She repeated her words, this time adding extra emphasis to "you," "cheat," and "her."

Part 3 of Django Zoon: The Straightener.

Rubber speed scrapes county roads

brother meets sister and you know what happens. They share more than a candy apple

You call me at midnight
You say you don’t feel right

The man was covered in blood, streaming down his face. I pulled Jim back, he swung at me. I tried to duck, but he caught the top of my head. I stumbled back...

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

What do Harry Potter and Rebecca Loos have in common?

They are both familiar with Hogwarts.

Still they are very different.

He saved everyone’s bacon but she gave the swine a hand.

I am so sorry, child,
I am so sorry,
I couldn't be bolder than you!
When you were left alone
Under the gun fires,
I was enjoying the football match
Under the fun fires!

It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom

Domestic Violence

Aw, shit-
I said, and looked down at Life
Sprawled at my feet
One black eye, a couple of missing teeth,
She’s got a bloody nose and she ain’t getting up any time soon.

It's Christmas (or it still was like 2 minutes ago), and I'm in the mood.

Captain Kidd was not a villain,
neither was he a knave nor a fool:
I bought a book on pirates
and found the greatest interest in a man
who wasn't a pirate at all:

An unfinished story of two damaged people who try to figure out just who the hell they are

She walked the city with her mind layered with unfinished thoughts. She recklessly pushed her trolley ignoring N11 double-decker winding by.

Thanks to ABC for providing a means to put this tale in front of people. Enjoy life - we will all make a diference.
SGM

Part Two

Raising my hand I stared into a dark void, my eyes slowly adjusting to what little light there was, provided mainly through cracks in the barn roof.

Great, beautiful,
majestic lady poetry:
I'm astounded that
(here in the U.S.A.,
this new world of virgin rivers and forests
and opportunities beyond fear)
that you should need