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The AbusedThis is a fictional account of the abuse suffered by a young boy. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental. / Chapter 1 / Lady Macbeth remarked “Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil”. All children have their terrors. The bogeyman who lurks in dark corners patiently waiting to harm the unwary child. The ghost who haunts the attic where, even on a bright sunny day the child fears to go alone or some unspeakable terror, a horror with no name which lies just below the surface of every day life. In my case the ghoul who cast an all pervasive shadow over my childhood was Colin, a man small in stature but, to a child a monster of epic proportions.
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Jan 5, 2014
Listening To The RainListening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no / sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.
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Jan 3, 2014
Your Mother's DaughterYour mother’s daughter, she is proud of you, but does not see what you do. She does not see her daughter sweet stripped, stark naked from head to feet. She does not see the massage oil, her little girl bringing a naked man to the boil. She does not see him pawing you, the disgust on your face, but what can you do? For, after all he is paying you. She can not look inside your head, see what thoughts trouble you as you lie in your own bed. Could she see inside your brain, the world would reel, her heart fill with pain. Your mother knows not what you do, perhaps that is best for both her and you.
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Jan 2, 2014
The LetterSusie gazed out at the atlantic. Great waves crashed against the cliffs . A gust of wind caught the girl almost knocking her off her feet. She seemed not to notice, her eyes remained fixed on the wild sea. Unbidden the words came to her / “Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble, / Till terrace and meadow the deep gulfs drink,
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Jan 2, 2014
Got The T-ShirtI have sought comfort in the masses and lost myself in crowds. Like an excited child at the fair I have sought ever greater speed, for speed kills thought. / I have looked for excitement and found fleeting pleasures which turn to ashes come the morrow. I have played the cynic while caring deeply, laughed to / hide the fact I care. I have been there, done that and got the t-shirt.
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Jan 1, 2014
A Trip To The Beach (Children's Story)I thought that I would try my hand at a short children’s story. / --- / Johny was bored. In fact he couldn’t remember having ever felt so fed up in his entire life. Dad had fallen asleep reading the paper while his mum sat reading some silly book with long words he couldn’t understand.
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Dec 31, 2013
Run For Your Life (story)****** flirting with that barmaid like that. He says that he was just having a laugh but I’m sick of it. Everytime we go out it’s the same / “Oh its just a laugh Lucy. Just chill out, get a life”. / “I’ll get a life without you” I told him as I threw my ***** and coke in his face. He was furious but give him his due he didn’t retaliate. He’s a womanising ******** but he has never been violent.
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Dec 31, 2013
Exams (story)“Exams are important don’t let anyone try to convince you otherwise. People will try telling you that they don’t matter in the great scheme of things / “There is more to life than exams Lisa. It isn’t the end of the world if you don’t obtain the grades to get into university” mum said. / This is all ******** I’ve no intention of spending my life flipping burgers in some crummy burger bar. Do you know they have the cheek to call these places restaurants?! Problem is strictly between you and I, you won’t let it go any further will you? Promise, cross your heart and hope to die? Well as you only have my first name and it would be impossible to trace me I’ll let you into a little secret. The truth is that I am not academically gifted. Don’t get me wrong I try. No one tries harder than me. I’ve spent weekends huddled over my books cramming for my exams, “Lisa no mates that’s me” but it goes in one ear and comes out the other. I just can’t remember things, head like a sieve thats me!
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Dec 31, 2013
Beth A LimerickThere was a young lady called Beth, who maintained an unhealthy interest in death. When she finally did die, she cried my oh my, now I am truly bereft!
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Dec 31, 2013
Young Lady Older ManYoung lady older man, is there love or a cunning plan? Middle aged man with younger girl, does love exist in this world? What thoughts pass through your heads, as you lie entwined in your bed? Girl are you there or far away? What holds you, makes you stay? / “Oh my darling man why worry? enjoy me while you can. Life is short, I am sweet. Give in to lust then let us sleep”.
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Dec 31, 2013
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