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Monday, 25th January, 2010

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

“Another glass?”, Oliver asked the young woman curled up on his sofa, wrapped in the warmth of the fleece blanket that only ever seems to get used when she is around. “Thank you” came the positive, yet delicate response, and the empty glass was raised. As the impromptu bartender grasped the vessel, he looked up [...]

Feeling The Warmth On A Harsh Winter’s Morning

Sunday, 10th January, 2010

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Feeling The Warmth On A Harsh Winter’s Morning

With the duvet wrapped around the body like a securing shield protecting you from the elements that struggle to penetrate from the outside, you move your shoulders ever so slightly to feel the comfort the blanket brings. A shudder of warmth moves around your skin and your cheeks uncontrollably lift in appreciation. As a smile [...]

Wednesday, 30th December, 2009

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For The Record: December 2009

The year has gone way too quickly. I have no regrets about doing what I did on the 11th. A dildo and an inflatable ‘toy’ woman! Seriously, that’s what you bought each other for Christmas!? Is now a good time to suggest siblings should share and share-alike? Ethel did it. I still cannot believe how open I was in [...]

Thursday, 10th December, 2009

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The Sweet Taste Of Infectious Poison

Like arsenic flowing through veins, the bitter taste of lost affection meanders the soul and coaxes the mind to regain focus and purpose. To start a’fresh, to find youthful innocence and lustful vigour… …to breathe the bark of a blackened and charred tree, to taste a strawberry for the very first time. Life circulates. Smiles infect.

Wednesday, 28th October, 2009

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24-Hour Non-Hallowe’en Scare-A-Thon

9pm on Tuesday, my home time after a long day at work. After quickly checking my email, I packed my laptop into its bag as I have done thousands of times before, and I neatly tucked the mouse and power adapter away, as I have done a hundred-or-so times in the past. Knowing I would [...]