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The space thing hungered.

It was as simple as that.

It landed on the planet, avoiding the wet parts, of which there were many, and found a lot of those pink things that screamed a lot.

Some...

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I would like to go into a rambling essay about how every line was torn from my soul, but it just wouldn't be true! :biggrin5:

I have never written a poem before.

But it's time that I stuck my foot through the door.

While deciding on exactly the right subject matter.

War, famine, food. Well, maybe the latter.

Or...

Mmm. True. I have tweaked it to emphasise Mrs Ratwell's "slippers and silent subterfuge", but the problem remains a bit.

She wheeled him along the top of the craggy white cliffs.

It was a beautiful day.

She breathed in the air and admired the sun hiding behind the clouds in the distance.

He was ninety.

She...

It didn't want to be written.

And, it was damned well sure that, once it had been written, it would not be read.

But, for all that, it was written.

And somebody, somewhere was sure to read...

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Hi there guys,

I literally stumbled on this forum barely ten minutes ago, while looking for a place where I could post - and feel inspired to write - short stories.

I have not even had time to...