Hal 9000
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Spanish Streets | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Mum in a million | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Moan, Moan, Moan! | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Never | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | My Bathsheba | Hal 9000 | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Book | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Tomorrow | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Coin | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Poet | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Question Everything | Hal 9000 | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Question... | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Liar in the blood | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | My friend | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Listen! | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Paste and Copy | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Stranger | Hal 9000 | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The One | Hal 9000 | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Irony | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Help Me | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Hour Glass | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | He Said... | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Happy Anniversary Darling | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | In God I don't trust | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Egg | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Face Book Rant | Hal 9000 | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
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Reflection.
This is my special day. I’ve planned it for ever, and a bit more. An early start. I want to depart, before the house awakes. I look down at the water. It swirls and dances,
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Under The Stairs.
I open the cupboard under the stairs, fetching my bag from its hiding place. It waits, So patiently, for me to name the day; the day I leave for good, and today, is that day.
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Obolus.
He stands at my door, arms crossed, leaning up against the wall. He wants permission to enter. I decline. He says he’ll wait. He anticipates my response: “You will!”
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Just One More.
Martin coughed and spluttered, pulling and tugging at his oxygen mask. Anna poured a glass of water from the jug by the side of his bed. “Here you are Dad, drink this.”
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Waiting with Spanish Guitars
Waiting with Spanish guitars. Why do I sit here? You stamp on me so, and still I wait. Am I a fool? Perhaps. It wasn't much to ask, was it? For you to come to me?
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