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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.

Poetry Ameer Azad

The Secret Lobe

The third poem from Ameer Azad, our Poet-In-Residence. Brace before clicking.
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Poetry Ameer Azad

Bad Penny

A new, fierce, offering from Ameer Azad, our Poet-In-Residence. Brace before clicking.
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Poetry Graham Thomas

The Quietist

Read, or listen, to a new poem taken from Graham's upcoming collection 'Acts As Bold As Love'
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Poetry Ameer Azad

The Dead Stay Smiling

The first submission from the uncompromising, dark troubadour Ameer Azad, our Poet-In-Residence. Brace before clicking.
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Poetry Graham Thomas

Introducing: Ameer Azad, poet

Ameer Azad, our new Poet-In-Residence breaks down his process and shares some work.
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Poetry Rosie Cook

Archival

A little poem on friendship from Rosie Cook, all the way over there on the other side of the world. x
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Twelve

Baby safe, I’m safe! Survived the Tsar’s apocalypse! Angeline gone! Gone! Turned to dust! Here’s what happened. Apologies first, I am so rattled and too panicked to write coherently.
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Short Stories Graham Thomas

Christmas Without Miracles

A wee little short story for you all in this festive period that is, as they should be, happy and sad and back again. With love, GT
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Eleven

Paisley’s leg is twitching. Must be dreaming. Hope it is of happier times. Playing with his master. Chewing a bone. He is a great companion. Love him dearly.
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TheNeverPages Graham Thomas

Chapter Ten

Angeline could not recall to me her life and so instead she recalled to me a dream. The smoky cataract in her ‘good eye’ cleared. She smiled. I glimpsed her wooden dentures. Around me the replicated diners and waiters went through their routines.
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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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