Free Stories and Poetry
It should not hurt
Wednesday, 13 May 2015 9:47 pm
I like writing the odd verse.
As I write a character tonight, I realise I have filled her with a memory from my youth, an opportunity that I, as a stupid youngster, threw away.
Writing can creep up on you sometimes.
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North London, 1976. The longest, hottest summer on record. The water is running out and the kids hate their parents. Which bunch of idiots would think it is a good idea to start a band?
