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Posts Tagged 'Hope'

Londinium Requiem
By Jacqueline Danziger-Russell

The snow fell But who was there to say Anything about it; anything at all A rook cackled, inspected the ground, hoping The snow fell softly on Bone Hill And all was quiet; silent No one there to tell O, Jerusalem Your green and pleasant land now gone Covered by stone Relegated to dark, green garden corners Covered by mud and a drift of white All that [...]
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Revision
By Rob Dysaut

Fat drops of wet splash upon my naked eyes. This is because my head is tilted back as far as it can go. My throat exposed like a ready sacrifice: it’s not a comfortable sensation and an ache has coalesced in the base of my neck and is steadily creeping down my spine. Presumably this [...]
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Musings of a Stargazer
By Fiona MacDonald

Ink’s favourite hobby is stargazing.  She sits at her telescope night after night and stares up at the stars and the planets, and at the lights that flitter between them, moments of sparkling intensity where people live their lives and await that moment of arrival when they can finally see their dreams coalesce into reality.   They’re all up there, [...]
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Today’s houses
By Nele

Today is built on the ruins of yesterday, and tomorrow will be built on the ruins of today. But on which ruins did we start building today’s houses? On those left by the financial crisis about fifty years ago when the whole planet sank into a deep depression – not only our economies but also our hearts [...]
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GraFton
By Peter Davidson

Forty-seven years since the Games, the remains of Parliament lie forlornly across the river. The shattered windows stare uncomprehendingly at the great London Eye now lying half-submerged in the Thames like some giant discarded bicycle wheel. It’s dusk, and London lies sullen before me. I breathe the smell of wood-smoke and coal and try and remember tourists, congestion and [...]
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Without Hope…
By Daniel Dunne

Andrew leaned back and rubbed his eyes. The images on his computer screen were still blurry When did I last sleep? He focused on the streaming news ticker on the bottom of his screen and grimaced. His Grandfather had taught him that it was important to keep up to date with current affairs and that it was important [...]
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Wishing Well
By Anthony Wilkins

In the few minutes before the last arc of the sun finally dipped below the horizon, it was at last cool enough for the two women to creep out and continue their exploration for another night.   For Arica, slightly the younger of the two, watching her shadow stretch and lengthen was never less than fascinating. Myrna [...]
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Three tubes
By Greg Crowhurst

Three tubes Any old paint will do for this muck. “Splash it on me hearties, with an old sock, in ultramarine !” said he look at me. Rope it,ride it, suck it, seize it. Suffer it . Beat it, slap it, whip it There. “Do you know … ?” Ah! Feel it , won’t you ! all over your hands, smell it, taste it on [...]
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Paint the Planet
By Robert Masters

I had a dream last night that i don’t quite understand. Usually when my head hits the pillow i dream about inconsequential circumstances that seem to evolve from ideas i have on a regular basis, such as misplaced objects, pressure causing panic, difficulties that i may one day face. Many would say that when you dream [...]
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