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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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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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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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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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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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Forbidden FruitTo explore the garden of Eden, beautiful in it's innocence. To savour the prospect of sin. To gaze with adoration at fruit bursting with juice hanging, temptingly low inviting, asking to be plucked. To fight desire, to give in and be, forever lost.

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The Escort GirlI saw a young lady with jewels in her hair, her skin was like porcelain, her face it was ffair. The nymph she did speak to me, / “My good sir with my charms I will delight you, I’ll soothe all your cares”. / To the lady I made answer,

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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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GirlfriendI love you because I can tell you my darkest secrets, things which would make the strongest of men go blubbering in search of his mummy. You judge me not, / my blackest fantasies are your deepest desires. / In the depths of night when all but the vampire sleeps we speak of philosophy, of the darkness which lurks within the human heart. You are always there

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StilettosThe sound of stilettos approaching. He, fearing, hoping. Tremulous with expectation, torn twixt dread and elation, he holds his breath, waiting.

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