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I have 106 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
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Christopher Caldwell

I consider myself a family-oriented person even though I have chosen to live away from them including my two sons. I struggle with this self-imposed choice. I try to understand and express the often unseen threads that connect people, places, and moments in time. Brought up in the South East of England, to parents who are both half-Scottish, father half-Australian (whatever that means) and mother half-Burmese, I have lived in London, Barcelona and various places in France where I have now settled - in a small village on the banks of the Loire.

My stories

Writer's block

By Caldwell on Mon, 08 Feb 2021

Words is words is words is words Words is hurdles and wing-clipped, poor birds Words is a field with a ramshackle fence Running barbed-wire rings...
Other Fiction
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Certificate U
Gold cherry

Folk tale

By Caldwell on Tue, 10 Jul 2018

She was cold and she was tired She'd seen it all and she'd walked for miles in those shoes But everybody looked right through her Afraid that they...
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The Language of The Leaves

By Caldwell on Tue, 10 Jul 2018

Born of a dream I had recently . It's the future. Electricity is no longer an option. Technology is now powered by plants. A crazy, progressive scientist has learned how to harvest the telepathic power of plants and can send messages through trees, grass etc. On top of that, other things that we thought impossible are happening. You can watch organic TV with phosphors. Wires are roots with fast flowing xylem (or is that phloem?). Forests are alive in a different way because of it. Insects move differently. The air smells pure. At night everyone sleeps. We live again mostly according to the light of the sun.
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Monster poem

By Caldwell on Wed, 03 Apr 2013

Woven deeply with mud and rain The mossy flesh monster howls Dug from the rotten, tight-wound roots With axes and picks and trowels In a halo of steam he reaches and wails
Horror
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Cherry

Coming home

By Caldwell on Thu, 31 Jan 2013

It's alright now He's in your arms He's in your arms and he's beautiful He's coming home Seemingly so fragile But he's really oh so strong Nothing could prepare you
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