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The Hope Of Hope: Part Four

Never allow the Devil to undervalue you Suddenly Belief recovered and dragged Faith to his feet. “Come,” he said. “We must go find Hope and Will. But we must be discreet! “But aren’t they both dead?” Faith uttered in surprise … Continue reading

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The Hope Of Hope: Part Three

As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!   Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive. He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive. Despair was an ally but … Continue reading

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Introspection

Life without a friend is death without a witness. A witness does not always see the truth And as truth can sometimes be ignored Ignoring the needs of a friend is to die alone! © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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The Talker

An amusing, but thoroughly irreverent short story of 2,300 words Chapter One The Talker Rosalina Orsini was Italian by lineage, English by birth and old by God’s decree. She could, and did, live with those first two characterisations, the last, … Continue reading

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Memories

Puddles of reflection are like mirrors to the mind. Images left behind you with their view redefined. A canopy of cover, a buffer to the pain. Puddles of reflection rippling in the rain. © 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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The Semi-Colon Who Wanted To Be Laid

  The little semi-colon sat with a conscience heavily weighed. In the corner, he waited patiently with the hope of getting laid (don’t jump to conclusions) On a page not written but gasping to get out, From the writer’s mind … Continue reading

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What Would I See?

If death was to paint its picture what colour would it be? Set in non-reflective black, or would your face I see? Would it shine brightly etched in marble, Or hide in the shadows like a thief? Where is the … Continue reading

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A Damocles Tear

The sun disappeared in a distance sky As a woman walked home with a tear in her eye. A laugh shared at work, but there’s no one at home Few understand what it’s like to be on your own. Home … Continue reading

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Do You Know?

I hear you! Your voice is silent, but it invades the air. You deny hope to the living, Leaving bodies to rot in despair. I sense you! I feel, I smell you. I taste, Your lavish scent of greed As … Continue reading

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If You Have Feelings Then Mad You Definitely Ain’t!

  If last week you carpeted the ceiling and today you’re painting the floor Then remember the first rule of decorating; always work towards the door. I once knew a man who never knew this, and he worked in the … Continue reading

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