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Creative Writing

Original, creative writing from TheNeverPress. This is where you will find poetry, short stories, epiphanies, musings and all sorts of strange and beguiling work. This will be a mix of old work and also new writing - and, some of it will be given away to all, and others will be for subscribers only. To get access to this lost-and-found treasure trove of thoughts and ideas, simply subscribe with your email and then dive in like Scrooge McDuck.

TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Nine

Night-time within the embrace of the Exxon Valdez. The woman is sleeping with her head on my lap, the bustle of her dress a maroon waterfall. Her lace collar is undone, exposing her neck. Clear sign she is comfortable. No rings on fingers. Loose ringlets in hair. Slender neck. Old and young.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Eight

Woke up a few minutes ago to sound of scraping. Sitting up on bench, huddled in coat (cushion provided no dream). Scraping was soft. Almost a slide. A note under my door! I am staring at it. Still folded under doorframe. Peeking through the edge. Paisley is fast asleep.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Seven

Door slid open effortlessly. On rails. Odd. No handle, just on rails. Only one bench inside, facing sliding door. Nobody sitting on it. Window above it. Maroon-coloured blind drawn. Picture of a tree on blind – very fine embroidery, like the ivy on the hem of sister’s dress.
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Poetry Rosie Cook

sediments

Things are settling now The sediments of life breeze into a space  You once inhabited -  I, empty  out as it fills. Perhaps,  It is pieces of me that are taken  to fill in this gap.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Six

Dog is sitting by the door licking the black paint. Coating appears to be wet. First thought was that it was wet paint. But no, it is water. Tasted it. Salt water. Resist licking door. Tell dog to stop. Dog shakes head. Can hear bullet rattling around in dog’s skull. Cannot remember dog’s name.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Five

Left Mr H_ sleeping on his front. Can’t hear his breathing from the corridor. Soundproofed carriage? Doesn’t seem likely as I can see through the edges of the doorframe. The light from the room seeps under the crack below the door. Sound must only exist within its own borders.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Four

Number on the carriage has fallen off. Unvarnished outline of ‘1’ remains. Going in to investigate. If I don’t come back then Lucy, the dream was true. I’m sorry. Brekker if you read this, follow the clues, and maybe you will have more success. Get to Lucy! Save her!
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Poetry Graham Thomas

Coins Against Keys

Happy National Poetry Day!
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Three

I’m going to explore the train. Though I have not seen a soul except her since we boarded, I’m certain that we are not the only people aboard. I can hear someone coming. The woman? I will report back after.
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Poetry Rosie Cook

a station

Hustle bustle beat Beats beating mine and yours // Can’t read the words, worlds on my lap can see words, worlds once I fold the pages back
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