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Writers Like You: The Last Businessman
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. The Seven Sins of Hockney-cum-Leach. Youve got to have a laugh. Mum on the Edge. Monday, March 20, 2006. They'd seen how every day he'd count his pile of coins, never realising that it neither grew nor shrank, never realising that they were always the same coins every day. Posted by Louis Cyphre 9:31 PM.
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Writers Like You: November 2005
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. In Memory of Sue. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Mum on the Edge. Monday, November 21, 2005. Here it comes, Janet! The Haunted House is coming! I wonder if the ghosts are hungry for children today! Going in today, boys? I think the door’s open you could just call hello to the ghosties. Even when I stepped t...
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Writers Like You: April 2006
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. In Memory of Sue. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Mum on the Edge. Sunday, April 23, 2006. There was mud everywhere. He felt his face - more tears. He left for work feeling off balance, expecting at any moment to be plunged towards the floor. But the whole day passed without incident. Friday, April 21, 2006.
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Writers Like You: In Memory of Sue
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Mum on the Edge. Monday, July 30, 2007. In Memory of Sue. Sue was like a rainbow. Lighting up everyone’s life. She was pure warm sunshine. And a light refreshing rain. Sue was red with passion. For all the causes she fought for. For her family and friends. So many sides to Sue.
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Writers Like You: That's Magic
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. The Seven Sins of Hockney-cum-Leach. Youve got to have a laugh. Mum on the Edge. Friday, March 31, 2006. The seal was set on my ambition and I never once changed my mind. Where did things go wrong? Ladies and gentlemen I give you. MARVO THE MAGICIAN. Posted by Susie Creamcheese 8:38 AM.
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Writers Like You: Farewell, Susie Creamcheese
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. Mum on the Edge. Tuesday, May 29, 2007. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Sue was a pillar of the group, with a wicked sense of humour and a genuine enthusiasm for the contributions that we all brought to the meetings - some of us more frequently than others! Posted by Simon W 6:53 PM.
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Writers Like You: Lights
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. The Seven Sins of Hockney-cum-Leach. Youve got to have a laugh. Mum on the Edge. Monday, March 20, 2006. Posted by Louis Cyphre 9:27 PM. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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Writers Like You: October 2005
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. In Memory of Sue. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Mum on the Edge. Sunday, October 30, 2005. The Space Under the Dresser. He is the space under the dresser,. Bright eyes in black night. The freshly printed newspaper. His colour is oaky moss green,. His flavour is mellow red wine. A flowering cactus,. I could...
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Writers Like You: Shade
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. The Seven Sins of Hockney-cum-Leach. Youve got to have a laugh. Mum on the Edge. Sunday, April 23, 2006. Seen enough. Done enough. Too much. Too much to keep going.". Posted by Louis Cyphre 5:12 PM. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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Writers Like You: August 2005
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We're a small, informal writing group based in Oxfordshire, UK. We meet approximately once a fortnight, and archive our material here. If you'd like to join us please email Simon on chubbybat@gmail.com. In Memory of Sue. Farewell, Susie Creamcheese. Mum on the Edge. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. They call me Oooloorar. That is for the sound that I make when I summon the herd. It is a good sound; you can hear it across many valleys and plains. I am the Lord of the Plains. One day my mother left. She had...