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AGE:
52
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 16
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 16
I am a writer of thrillers, sci-fi, chick-lit, humour, children’s fiction, true crime and political commentary.
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3 The company sent me First Class on my flight to Singapore, which was extremely comfortable and made me feel awfully important. The truth of the matter is I’m used to travelling business class, which is comfortable enough on short-haul flights. But First was something of a new experience. My seat was in a little booth of its own that opened out into a bed. Then again this was a long-haul flight, so the bed turned out to be really useful. In fact after a double-whisky I cheekily invited a pre...
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Held firmly in a vice we felt we couldn’t move With no freedom, locked within a world of lies. While sheltered from the truth we stand a chance And yet the truth still danced before our eyes. Imprisoned in a world that we have created, where our hopes and dreams and wishes can all be confiscated, where we can plunge into depression from being elated, with the clarity of truth before our eyes. Having to act only on what we really know Without knowing to start thinking. Just enough to know that...
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You Think You Know Me Pretty Well by David Kessler Copyright © 2007 David Kessler 9:50 PDT (17:50 British Summer Time) The clinic was quiet in the late afternoon. But the spacious association room, with its well-scrubbed pale blue walls and clean grey leather furniture, was sufficiently sound-proofed and isolated from the wards to have the television on. They had it on all day and all night. The nurses on night duty especially used to take short coffee breaks there, flopping down on the armch...
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You Think you know me pretty well copyright (c) 2007 David P A Kessler 9:45 PDT "There are things I have done in my life that I’m not proud of. There were things I shouldn’t have done. I was a product of my upbringing. I wasn’t always taught right from wrong. And I was taught to hate people for things they had no control over or for things that I thought were bad because that’s the way I was brought up. "But whatever wrongs I am guilty of, murder is not one of them. I may have been a bully in...
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Of the choice you propose, I'd say "my eyes." But "spiralling out" on its own isn't strong enough for what I think you're trying to convey. I would make it "Spiraling out of control." Then to stay within the six word limit I'd shorten the rest to "Eyes open." Good message overall.
It took me several reads before I really understood this poem, forcing me to rewrite this review. The title was especially confusing. Initially I thought the Mission meant a human objective or motivation - a desire at the Christmas period to set things right in ones life and ones relationships. Then I realized that "the mission" was possibly a physical place run by the Church where the down-and-outs of life ("Filled with miracle drugs") are given temporary refuge and respite and a modicum of ...
Honest and forthright, but I can't feeling that it's a cop-out. Even if "nothing MUCH" happened, SOMETHING happened. That's the part what we want to hear.
Shouldn't it be "My words greet the lonesome page?" The page is blank, after all, until you - the writer - put something on them.
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