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The Sea Between Us by Sue Monkress
1417 Ain’e gazed at the ship, far down below the rocky cliffs, swaying on the Irish Sea. Before today, she would take such pleasure in this breath-taking view from her precarious perch; she’d always longed to take a voyage – a long one, somewhere to the other side of the world. Today, she grieved. O Keegan! The British flags on the tall mast fluttered, she imagined, in a personal farewell to her. Though the fierce north wind forced her to clutch her shawl tightly around her, she watched until the ship was a dot on the horizon, nearly out of sight. As her bright co...
Gestalt Therapy, Interrupted
Sensitive content: Profanity, violence, gore, capital punishment.So, what’s the catch?Colson reflected now, that it was a question he should have asked, when Ziggy promised that snatching the courier’s bag with the cocaine would be easy pickings. A walk in the www.onedoor.ccpark, he said. Maybe, just maybe, he should have thought it through, and told Ziggy to go fuck himself.Back in the Varner supermax, time had always dragged, and Colson had a lot of it on his hands. There were mainly two things that you could do there by yourself besides pulling your pud, and that was to read or think. He had never been m...
The New Revolution
50,000 voices rising every time he’d sing,And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him,Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betraysRockstars don’t ever die; they only fade away -Sting, “50,000” from 57th and 9th. Those were the scenes Dara imagined every time he practiced on his great-grandfather’s Les Paul Epiphone Special. The chorus of thousands that sang along to the greatest songs ever. The arenas that waved, jumped, and danced to solos. The cheering and applauding noises that rang at the conclusion of a show. Dara grew up in the 2050’s and 2060’s when the mus...
Flowers - Nature's Soul Nurturer
“Hello Diedre. How are you love?” Mrs Lincoln the florist asked as she cut off some surplus leaves from a bunch of carnations. “Pretty good thank you” came the reply from Jennifer as she walked around the light and airy shop. Today there was a delicate perfume floating through the air that Diedre hadn’t smelt before and she was intrigued. “What’s that lovely perfume I can smell?” she asked Mrs Lincoln, who was drying her hands on the pink and purple pinny she wore for as long as Jennifer could remember. “Oh, lovely isn’t it. That is the new larger carnation. We have a different grower and hone...