Category: Story – fiction
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data protection
“Good Morning,” the clerk at the desk said and he smiled warmly. “Hi, I mean, good morning, where am I?” She moved forward a little, feeling strange in a strange kind of way. “This is processing,” he replied and continued, “just for the record, name?” “Jade Willow” “We have no one of that name for…
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tentgirl & jake
She sleeps in a tent, in the woods at the edge of town. In the day she flits into town and dances along the cobbled streets. She sings outside the Market Tavern and eats a feast from the bins of others. One night she awoke in the middle of a storm, she danced through the…
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Moanin’ Cronin
He reached for the soap, wincing as it slipped out of his hand, automatically stretching further but his ribcage was fit to burst at even this small movement. He rubbed the spot gently, wondering as he showered if it was bruised or broken, cracked or shattered. Each small stroke brought new sensations of pain. What…
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Freda
The noise, it was the deafening noise of people, traffic, building sites, sirens, dogs, children and these bloody youths.
Asset Based Community Development meets Church 