http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beau-dee-loot The original writings of author Beau-dee-loot en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775976082 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Midnight return to the homeland for Mrs and Mr Frayle Heads bowed to the bed, fatigued, too full of stories, crawlingThe sleep of dreams to where their next ship sailsAbove the mundane of ground floor possessions, snoringBeyond the lungs of wind that, like squalls to attention,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1284756/ In the dreamI’m running and running and can’t get thereIn the dreamI find money; then more money, and so onIn the dreamthere are famous people who I have never met. We play tag.In the dreamthere are wild animals roaming free and dangerouslyIn the dreammy bra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1284751/ The very beginning of a story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1181957/ I’m inside your head reading your thoughts before you’re evenaware of them, and I edit them before you experience them, so I choose thethoughts that you get, so I construct your personality. You get what I want youto get, and you are totally unaware of this, that I control your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1163953/ I first spotDace in Concon’s Café, which is a coffee house that looks like a wooden den ina parade of shops along a main road in Combo. It sits amid a West Indianrestaurant and an electrical repairs shop. He’s sitting with an old man who heobviously does not know and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1162787/ There is a strange man whoconfessesTo a wanton penchant for newdressesHe walks through the aislesWith his face lit in smileAs against them he gently presses All of the while on the hangerThey breeze in material languorWhile the man in his fever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1145678/ Perhaps the start of something much bigger. Again. The latest in a line of opening narratives, as I try to find a firm footing on the cliff shale of creativity. Blah, blah, blah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1105806/  Let it be said, I’m as mentally ill as the next man and I canprove it in a million different ways, and what they say about the mentally illnot knowing they are mentally ill, and if you’re mentally ill you can’t see it,is nonsense because we’re all bananas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1094707/   Hi, I’d like to introduce myself, I’m Tony Shone, and I’m youin another body, in another life. I make assumptions and live by them. I assumeI’m right. Just as you do. I have honed my systems of operation through manyyears of living. I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1094561/ Introduction The driveinto town had been good. Classic FM put him in the correct frame of mind.Classical music honed him for a considered approach. Roads had been clear forearly evening and the traffic lights were on his side. It boded well. Theweather was fine. It was not r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1090059/ Dialogue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1074556/ Some days are like a giant mouth and this is one of thosedays. I remember when it all kicked off in my teens. It coincided with when I startedtaking drugs. Only I don’t really take drugs anymore (occasionally I sneak someof my mum’s Tramadol. She seems to have an endless supply.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1034030/ It was a routine visit to the doctors with some vague pain inhis lung he thought little of but mentioned, why not, and they referred him foran MRI scan. That was a few days later when they found spots on his brain andit turned out the brain cancer had started in his stomach, was in his lun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1032055/ He lent his full body against it, pushed. It was heavierthan usual, the weight behind it greater, the noise behind it, some bustlingcommotion he knew nothing of and yet it moved with time, with effort, the doormoved, opened, and there it was, the terrible party.  The room of b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1022977/ The jokers gathered for a few laughs smoking in FarmworthPark and then scattered while the sun was still high enough to navigate them tofar-flung districts, like spiders legs from a central collective, to committheir separate capers, intoxicated on weeds, and latterly settle tired intosl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1020576/ Peoplepressed against the window, all colours, looking in; all colours, crowds ofthem, lined up, up and down the age scale, waiting, fanatics peering at me;mothers, fathers, daughters. I’m purposely not looking but I can see them inthe periphery, against the glass, avid, catching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1020515/ Chronicles of Degger Reynolds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1019818/  “Good evening, we haven’t seen you in a while,Kristin, where have you been, hiding?”“I’ve been around, yeah; doingstuff, you know.”“Doing ‘stuff’? What stuff? Whatstuff have you been doing, Kristen? I’m ears.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1018922/ The Boss “Okay, okay, everyone present? Tony Hansfreeze here? Where’sTony? Clive, where’s Tony? Clive!”“Yes, sorry, Evelyn’s got a new watch, sorry.”“Where’s Tony?”“I don’t know, I saw him five minutes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1018475/ See other Degger yarns for details http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beau-dee-loot/1016883/ Imagine “A-hem,okay, welcome to my world, so where to begin. They said cast your mind back toa happy memory. 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