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Everything is Changing | Skycycler
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When we found the car it was parked against a tree, a horse chestnut. I let go of my girlfriend’s hand and walked around it. Amazingly there was not a scratch anywhere. 8220;It looks different,” she said. It did, she was right, but I didn’t think it was helpful of her to point it out at just that moment. 8220;Did you…” she trailed off as I raised an eyebrow. “Then how? 8220;Morning dears,” she said as she passed. 8220;She didn’t even notice,” I said. My girlfriend nodded, then shook her h...8221; she sai...
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Christmas Truce | Skycycler
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On Christmas Day 1914 a spontaneous break in hostilities, the Christmas Truce. Occurred between the German and English soldiers fighting on the Western Front. Heat, hot and noise. Dawn brought a thin frost and crisp blue-pink skies. In the trenches, Adams awoke and noticed the way the soil in the walls lay in bands. Strata, the Commander had named them. It was a football. Suspiciously, at first, they eyed it, caught others doing the same. The hope. The soaring hope! Dedicated by a respectful stranger to ...
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The Perfect Christmas Present | Brelyea's Blog
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The Perfect Christmas Present. This entry was posted on Thursday, December 10th, 2009 at 6:35 pm and is filed under Personal essay. This entry. You can leave a response. From your own site. The last sentence makes this story special and makes its complexity and sadness work – “I think it may be a little late now.”. Both a heart-warming and sad read – very human. One pointer: I would have liked it to be shorter and more concise. December 10, 2009 at 8:09 pm. December 10, 2009 at 8:53 pm. This is a touchin...
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Everything is Changing | Skycycler
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When we found the car it was parked against a tree, a horse chestnut. I let go of my girlfriend’s hand and walked around it. Amazingly there was not a scratch anywhere. 8220;It looks different,” she said. It did, she was right, but I didn’t think it was helpful of her to point it out at just that moment. 8220;Did you…” she trailed off as I raised an eyebrow. “Then how? 8220;Morning dears,” she said as she passed. 8220;She didn’t even notice,” I said. My girlfriend nodded, then shook her h...8221; she sai...
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Grace | Skycycler
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We travelled to and from school together every day like this for two-and-a-half years. It felt like forever and then afterwards like nothing. Outside, the day was yellowing. I reached out and squeezed my sister’s hand. It fluttered like a sparrow. She turned her face full on me and looked a question. This entry was posted on Friday, November 27th, 2009 at 12:47 pmand is filed under . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. I love ...
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Strawberry Stained Teeth | Skycycler
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Back then, wars were far away. It’s a strawberry, I whispered to my brother. PYOing, whatever that might be, was connected with strawberries. Clearly this was what my parents called a treat. It was now or never. He leaned in. Could we PYO one day? No, he said. Father’s voice was gruff. Said my brother. Yes! What’s going on? I said to my brother. Why are we going this way? He said imperiously, though I’m sure he didn’t really know himself. I nodded, complicit. Whatever you pick goes in here, understand?
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Venus Rising | Skycycler
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When the rain woke her at 4.13 she had been asleep for less than an hour. She lay still beneath the cover listening to the steady patter of raindrops. With her head turned this way her body felt curiously heavy, unresponsive. She opened her eyes. The world would soon grow light; darkness would thin and night retreat with swags of sumptuous sky in tow. Why keep on doing this? She wondered. Why won’t you sleep? It’s been weeks. In the weeks since, she had become a spectator of sorts, disjointed, watching t...
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Ad Astra (To The Stars): August 2013
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Ad Astra (To The Stars). An online 'Red Book' of my share-worthy poetry. Sunday, 11 August 2013. Because I love the way you laugh,. And I love the way you cry,. Because I love that my. Put tears in your beautiful eyes. I love. The way you drive. And all the ways you smile;. Mouth and heart, and body,. And soul, and all the beauty you make. Roll over, somewhere. I love the stars. With the safety of your hand. I love the sparks,. The moments of truth. And our aches of desire, unthinking confidence,. 8220;I...
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Ad Astra (To The Stars): November Day
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Ad Astra (To The Stars). An online 'Red Book' of my share-worthy poetry. Sunday, 23 November 2014. You said the most beautiful thing. About that day, was me,. In a Saturday pony-tail,. Woollen jumper, and jeans,. And you said it didn’t matter how many times. You had seen, all those dresses and. Heels that I wear – you told me you loved. When I was really there, as gentle and soft. As the autumn air, and all the wisps and spirals. Of hair that, untamed, sprang forth,. From a hat - that,. Laid bare, we wore.
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