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Feed the Birds

Bastard reached a claw towards the switch, eyes averted from the monstrous creation that lay next to it. It was best not to dwell on that bit really It wasn’t pleasant but it was, in the grand scheme of things,…

Crashed America by Dylan Malik Orchard

Crashed America – Dark Comedy

I’m crap at marketing so Crashed America – my first, biggest and baddest book seldom gets the love it deserves. Especially now that we’re hurtling towards the point where ‘Crashed America’ may become a meaningless title once the entire country sinks…

Tamsin’s Day Out

Tamsin rammed her fist against the wall and immediately regretted it. The wall was made of bricks, her fist was not and she was fairly sure she’d broken a bone or two in the unequal contest between the two. But…

Beauty is…

When I chance to think of beauty I choose a sweaty arse I choose some unwashed panties a human lack of class Because once I was a dreamer who saw just perfect skin and the price that we all pay…

The Evil ‘I’

I started writing poems I vented all my spleen I wrote all of my feelings I gave you all I’d seen I nailed down words in narrow verse, testament to my self I filled the screen with driven thoughts to…