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TWIST IN THE TALE: Come, sit with me......
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Saturday, 30 March 2013. Come, sit with me. COME, SIT WITH ME. Come, sit with me, and talk awhile,. Of memories you can't deny. Life's journey long, hope's final miles,. Before grim reaper says, "Oh, hi! Of lies that hid behind your smiles,. Of songs I sang to an empty room. You wanted too much from me, too soon. Come, sit with me, and talk awhile. Of blushes in the heat of night. Of unspoken words that fled in fright. My empty begging bowl of love lies smashed,. The smoky evening air.
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TWIST IN THE TALE: December 2012
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Thursday, 20 December 2012. I want to tell you a story. A true one, like all my other stories on this blog. But first I need to get something off my chest, so bear with me for a moment. Take the time to listen to some pop songs from the 50s and 60s. Listen to the lyrics. Note the innocent passion with which the word love. Well, isn't that what all relationships are about now? And that's a mistake. An absolute tragedy. Now for the story. Some time ago I was commissioning editor for a pu...
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TWIST IN THE TALE: June 2013
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Monday, 3 June 2013. I once had a friend called Maurice. He wasn't exactly ugly. But he was no oil painting either, with his roadkill-squashed nose and birds-nest eyebrows. But my friend Maurice had a very special talent. A talent big enough for the police forces of three different counties to keep him in ample employment. Maurice was a suicide negotiator. But it would have been bad manners to hurry him. I could immediately tell that he lived alone. No woman would have stood for hi...
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TWIST IN THE TALE: April 2013
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Saturday, 20 April 2013. But I had a voyage to make. The hardest one of my life. I looked in my rear-view mirror. The angular concrete and glass hospital was a brooding monster, awaiting me with its busily-chewing mouth of revolving-doors. My hand shook as I locked the car. I tried to swallow past a tongue that felt thick, hot, and dry, as if my head had already entered a crematorium furnace. It was a three hour wait. More than long enough to go to hell and back. I got up stiffly, and ...
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TWIST IN THE TALE: November 2012
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Friday, 23 November 2012. Author Quiz: John M W Smith, author of Wacky Stories For Women:. Author Quiz: John M W Smith, author of Wacky Stories For Women:. Click on link) John M W Smith is the author of eleven books including Wacky Stories For Women Volume One, available for Kindle and PC from amazon.com and a. WSWTEndings Vol 1 Kindle and paperback editions. SWTEndings Vol 2 Kindle and paperback editions. WSWTEndings Vol 3 Kindle and paperback editions. John M. W. Smith. WSWTEndings V...
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TWIST IN THE TALE: August 2012
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Friday, 31 August 2012. The Night Time Spider. Jmwsmith.webeden.co.uk. Being in hospital is bad. Being hounded by a large black spider is bad. Combine the two situations and what you have isn't something bad. It's a living nightmare. Sorry, I promised not to go into my illness and here I am going on about it like a right old drama queen! I am a light sleeper. Which is why the tiniest sound brings me awake. And this is what would happen. Well, my mind had almost completely gone (more th...
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The Complexity Of Human Behaviour: April 2012
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The Complexity Of Human Behaviour. Sunday, 29 April 2012. WELCOME TO MY WEBSITE (CLICK). Love works best on a desert island. That’s private. Let’s call her Kimberly. A party at a friend's house. Suddenly there she was, sitting right next to me. I couldn’t speak. Was she beautiful? Then she turned and looked at me. I was a skeleton, the flesh stripped from my bones by some scorching, nuclear wind. Friends jostled around us. The spell was broken. I hated everyone for being there. I wanted to pu...Now you m...
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TWIST IN THE TALE
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Monday, 3 June 2013. I once had a friend called Maurice. He wasn't exactly ugly. But he was no oil painting either, with his roadkill-squashed nose and birds-nest eyebrows. But my friend Maurice had a very special talent. A talent big enough for the police forces of three different counties to keep him in ample employment. Maurice was a suicide negotiator. But it would have been bad manners to hurry him. I could immediately tell that he lived alone. No woman would have stood for hi...
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TWIST IN THE TALE: October 2012
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Friday, 12 October 2012. Once, in the distant mists of time, I read this fairy story. I've forgotten who the writer was, but the story itself has never left me. And frankly, I'm amazed it is not better known. For if it was, then many of our relationships- -and not just the romantic ones- -would survive and flourish so much longer. This I truly believe. I cannot find a copy of the story to hand, so let me tell it to you in my own words. You can then decide whether I am right or wrong.
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TWIST IN THE TALE: January 2013
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TWIST IN THE TALE. Saturday, 19 January 2013. And I think of the people in my life who have passed by. The ones who have done me right. The ones who have done me wrong. And the ones to whom I have done right or wrong. Somehow the "right" ones don't matter so much. It is the "wrong" ones who fill my thoughts. To forgive them. I also make up excuses for the times when I. Wronged someone, in retrospect blaming it on pressure I had been under at the time. I am only an ordinary human being. Because her accept...
