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It was only after I had spent four hours staring at a computer screen, following a two hour session of brochure browsing - that I realised my love affair with First Choice would have to end. It would mean resisting the seductions of “last-minute…
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Package Holiday Ad…
by Jema
Her cries echo in my mind Among the shadows that grip my physical self. The darkness penetrates, reluctantly invades Deep into the sunken emptiness of my world. My dead sunken self. The cries break down the darkness.…
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How can i forget?
by Ben.D
I shake my head. I still see it. My eyes are wide but, i still see it. But i shook my head Were my eyes closed? Is this a dream at all? If it isn’t why do i ask myself if it could really happen? …
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I wake up?
by Ben.D
You may not know how it feels to be locked inside yourself. the one person you trust holds the key. I’m restricted by fear, Somehow knowing what will happen. I dream. Deception is always dismissed, Ignoring what…
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part 1
by Ben.D
Just over a decade ago I was a naive child, ready to be shaped by anything and everything the world wanted to throw at me. Endless hours of cartoons, sky-scraping towers of Lego bricks and a collection of brightly coloured picture books had taught…
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Girl Power
by Jema
They pace the shallow halls of their self-aggrandising glory, basking in the callow, pointless existence they’ve built. Assert your power little man; read your stock phrases and stories - throw your negativity in our faces…
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The ‘No̵…
by Nickos23
At 15 years old, you were listening to Radio 4 and drinking tea, For the clever ones among us it is easy to know, easy to see, What you are and what you are not, what you do right and what you do wrong, At 13 years old I…
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15 years.
by GBSMusic
We were travelling over north, we were travelling over places, we left you here for dead, you were tying up your laces, The trees were growing up and so we looked into the air, i’m sorry that you missed it you were…
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Coastlines
by GBSMusic
One in a million, Forever and ever, Until death do us part, As beautiful as a dove in amongst pigeons, Like a star alone at night, To love and be loved, Mine forever he promised, As beautiful as a dream,…
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Never Look Back
by Heather
I’ve had a million dreams. I still have a million dreams. Every time I shut my eyes, or tune myself out of the world for a few minutes a new one appears and I’ll take a few minutes out to ponder, What if? Of course,…
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Dream.
by Jema
I decide I have been in this position for some time: motionless, upright, one arm flung at ninety degrees against the panel of an open door. There are people streaming past. None say thank-you, or even look at me to acknowledge the service I am doing…
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Professor Marchant…
by Gemma3373
The wait is finally over; Mumm-ra’s only tour of 2008 has arrived! Playing in a small renovated church on the penultimate show of their tour. But first…the support bands! First to take to the stage is the Lugers. Well, they had musical…
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Mumm-ra at Colches…
by Stepho
Tread gently as you walk my love To where you now must go Shade yourself from autumn sun Under trees, where crocus grow. Brace yourself for night time’s chill As your guided by the stars Remember there’s…
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Beloved
by Michelle Yellop
It is a few hours before Demetri is due to arrive and Sofia is walking through her father’s vineyard. The signs of neglect are evident everywhere, from the empty fountain to the rusted wheelbarrow and the broken windows. The endless stretching…
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Hide and Seek
by Andy
The camp had burned long into the night. Smoke filled the heavens like a swarm of locusts. Swirling white ash and cinder idly fell from the sky and settled on the ground like snowflakes. On the morning after the attack Eliki and his family…
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Riverwide
by Andy
Trudging endlessly with a methylated-vodka induced hangover, I am sweating cobs. It’s an hour since our group relinquished Bukit Lawang’s chilled pace for this; our jungle-trek, and it’s hard work. We wanna see orangutans and other…
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Jungle Trek - Day …
by Howard
Bow tie, trilby hat, rain mac, New-fangled radio plugged in ear. Sane man’s data he lacks, Thus he chats, and chats, to you who regard him queer. Burbles to the town the DJ’s news – A funfair attraction…
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The Tramp
by Howard
“ “ she said. How do I know what the silly woman meant? The sun meant nothing to me as a kid. Then the pineapple cubes which were in the white paper bag were used to confuse us. “It’s not A-B-C, it’s 1-2-3.”…
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Niggy + Poppy
by Howard
I am drinking a glass of Carlsberg in El Fino bar, Marrakech. The interior of the bar reflects the rich, red-brown nature of the land outside. Outside it is hot, hotter than you may be able to imagine. I glimpse Eathon, my traveling-partner, talking…
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Moroccan Black and…
by Howard

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