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Storya Bradley Manning poem seannelson513 years 1 month ago
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My stories

Cherry

Out by Raghly.

It's still early, only 9.30, but I've already been in the sea out by Raghly this morning. I left the house quietly just when the dawn light was...
Cherry

A Fox in the Snow

I watch nature devastate itself with another layer of cruel nature; a sweet sense of desolation wells up within me as I survey the wasteland, and just before my sudden sadness tips me into despondency ...
Cherry

Interrupted Chocolate

The friend drains his coffee cup and puts it on the table with an air of finality, tidying up crumbs and putting them on his saucer as an indication that the session is now at an end.
Gold cherry

The Reluctant Traveller.

Forty one years ago today (if you are reading this today) a British Airways VC10 shattered the clean night skies the length of Africa to drag me shouting and kicking to Belfast.
Cherry

Just another cafe in Paris?

Mathilde arrives and I rise from the comfort of my chair, thrilled at the sight of the beautiful woman who had left me after breakfast to spend my money,

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