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  <dc:date>2012-02-27T05:02:00-05:00</dc:date>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>THE HOODED SPIDER    by DF Lewis

Published 'Stygian Articles' 1997
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When I was a child, lying awake in the early evening, watching the light seep from the curtains, I often saw monsters on the st</p>
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  <dc:date>2011-12-10T04:12:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hawling wi' Chomu]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://etepsed.wordpress.com/weirdmonger-wheel-2/">http://etepsed.wordpress.com/weirdmonger-wheel-2/</a>
Massive ‘Weirdmonger Wheel’ (inaugurated in 2004) is today re-opened to slow my pace down so that ebo</p>
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  <dc:date>2011-05-31T01:05:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Ha of Ha]]></title>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-08T08:09:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[by Clacton Writers' Group (July 2008) (1)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>

GOSH, LILLEY, THEY’RE PLAYING OUR TUNE

by Clacton Writers' Group (July 2008)


 
“Gosh, Lilley, they’re playing our tune.”

The dance hall had been empty until late evening, but now a few people stru</p>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-08T08:09:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[by Clacton Writers' Group (July 2008) 2]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>THRENODY

by Clacton Writers' Group (July 2008)

 


The threnody hung in the still, early morning air like the earlier dawn mist.  It crept, wraith-like, out of the dark, green forest to glisten on the clearing, </p>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-06T07:09:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Performer's Nerves]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Performer's Nerves

posted Sunday, 23 December 2007

  
Solomon was a trapezist by training, a high-wire act by aptitude, an acrobat by synaptic antic, a serious contender for testing the devil-may-care gap between </p>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-06T07:09:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[THE BUST]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>THE BUST
posted Sunday, 23 December 2007
There was a time when fossils lived. 

  
Charles and the girl gazed at their grandfather – his stone face giving the decided impression of death. Memories were in the air </p>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-06T07:09:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[STRIPPED OF TITLE]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>STRIPPED OF TITLE

posted Wednesday, 19 December 2007
 First written today and first published here.    
 

The fog came down like a safety-curtain. The voice I then heard wasn’t muffled but seemed as clearly str</p>
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  <dc:date>2010-09-06T07:09:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Slaughterhouse]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Slaughterhouse

posted Friday, 14 December 2007
Written by me as the 10 minute speed-writing exercise (with a surprise title) during the Clacton Writer's Group meeting last night and, now, exactly transcribed below:
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  <dc:date>2010-09-06T07:09:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Too Many Heroes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Too Many Heroes

posted Monday, 10 December 2007
Written today and first published here today.  
 

 
The soldiers marched through the forest, some even taller than the trees.  These soldiers were actually over-en</p>
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