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THE RED SAILS Emma Vallely The noose swings and another pair of boots skirt the ground barely six inches up above, tethered up for children’s eyes to see, the mother’s fret no more, and roaring men cannot detain their scream, for another blasphemous heathen to sail open water breathes no more. All but one pair of eyes linger, as price as hefty as the golden shade of his gaze pound the drums of naval veins, but before they can react he is gone. The scarlet sails, lost across the horizon. No nightmares would touch this man, however, in spite of the eyes rolling into clouds of white, the choked gargles of spit splashed crimson, desperate wheezes for air as lungs sting and collapse and then at last the fella’s twitching corpse ‘angin’ from rungs. Ne’ar fear would touch him, he rose above that and raised his red flags high to coat the ocean spray in foreshadow, as to what would delight her salty embrace for supper that night, tossed into wake arms like sacrificial lambs. He stormed across the deck and scooted to the helm, taking the first mate by some alarm when he struck his shoulder in a firm greet, his hand spare and settled above her hilt, caressing the blade with unyielding, ginger fingers itching with glee. The naval warship was just yonder, sails white branded with that a warning from God himself, The Captain Red laughed, what pathetic entity would give spit to these men? No such power would cast a day ol’ scab at the scumbags, let alone show them mercy from Him. The clouds of cannon fire clapped and cried like thunder, bellies of the ship collided and sparked aflame to swallow the wicked, the desolate, or those cursed to misfortune. Pleas, war cries, all a merry shanty of men rung in His ears, as He casually drove her point through another officer’s gullet, He could hear amongst the constant ring from explosions, the begs and pathetic calls for compassion; He was singing along. 146
How beautiful the Devil must be, and how much we long to see him an uninterrupted appointment, a conference to attend, the first blissful kiss of sweet young love, and oh how we all can swoon once we learn The Devil, he sings. 147
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THE PREACHER’S CAVE Helen Barclay
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their nests on the ground above the
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see outside that night was falling.
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dash to reach Bobby and catch him f
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telling tales of past doings, betra
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Not my body. I’m the sawn in half
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should have been. The heel of my sh
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HOME ONE Becca Beddow To lie back a
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REPEAT Claudia Calzini Chugging alo
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THE WOLF Claudia Calzini It’s mor
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MOON CHILD Nicola Chapman It all st
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attention. Beneath the sheen, it wa
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prepared myself to face her again.
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CO-EXIST Abby Cook A short spoken w
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Her hair is short and black. CUT -
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ON THE POINT OF LEAVING FOR PICKERI
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21 DREAMS Millie Douce 21 - Everyon
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2 - Grazed knees are all you get fr
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Open the lid. Emit. Laugh as he gas
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umblebee working at some clover blo
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A PARTY DRESS Emily Hannan The blac
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JANE EYRE Lynne Heritage Wednesday
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REUNION Lynne Heritage The train ro
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MRS BIGFOOT AND THE BEATLE Pamela H
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I’ve paid good money for them. An
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noise as possible but he was singin
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And you think you’re alright with
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LOST AT SEA Anna Jackman Like the o
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‘Of course it’s deep enough. Ma
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‘I told you the draught wasn’t
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were their favourite saying that ca
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MY SISTER’S WORMS Sam Johnson Coc
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Boris the dead worm meets with Libb
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THE PREDATOR Lilliane Konsmo A herb
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NUANCES Belinda Lindley When she ar
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those cobbles could tell of the own
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She was behind me, but not near eno
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METACARPUS Belinda Lindley The redn
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‘I was wondering…’ he says, t
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‘Well I’d better go.’ I said,
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man would ever leave their crime sc
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IRONY AND PITY Robin Mallender ‘C
Page 99 and 100: GARDENING Bethan Mosley A week afte
Page 101 and 102: IN THE HILLS Lauren Moss How strang
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Page 105 and 106: 15/07/14 Emma stops in the middle o
Page 107 and 108: Every bridge in York closes. All ni
Page 109 and 110: Blink James Nissler It was sunset w
Page 111 and 112: Paln threw up where he leant agains
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Page 117 and 118: ON BELIZE Charnell Peters Houses wa
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Page 121 and 122: fibre of the fabric that passed thr
Page 123 and 124: BLIND CORNER Rebecca Richardson It
Page 125 and 126: PIXELATED Shannon Roberts I am star
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Page 129 and 130: PROGRESS Bethany Rutt Old Mac once
Page 131 and 132: STAY BLIND Ellen Ryan Tick, tick, k
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Page 135 and 136: JULIA laughs, but only shrugs in re
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Page 147 and 148: FINGERS Lewis Tappenden His fingers
Page 149: UN SPACE Corrie Thompson Un space.
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