Monthly Archives: August 2013

Family Unit

Posted on August 27, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

My mother brushes the carpet and offers me a choice of duvet covers. Four squares of light relax on the burgundy sofa. Trains rattle past the bathroom window and I remember the day I painted the frame. Today I play … Continue reading →

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Killer Weather Attacks Two Jail Guards

Posted on August 27, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

Freak weather is threatening to kill thousands and devastate the landscape experts warned yesterday. Today the killer storms came and the world has gone mad. A suicide bomber drove through concrete blast walls and detonated violent sunshine. Officers were powerless … Continue reading →

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Hundreds of Bubbles

Posted on August 19, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

A builder lost the bubble from his spirit level when it dropped into a drain. He took a torch from his tool box and peered underneath the road. The sewers were filled with water and on the surface he could … Continue reading →

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Lash Route

Posted on August 18, 2013 by Graphite Bunny

A train waits, basking in the sun on the bridge. We shout abuse. Mark throws a can. It’s beautiful tonight. Off at the station and into the city. The air is golden, the high street like a motorway to be … Continue reading →

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