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Aiming High – By Daryl Baldwin

Published By Daryl Baldwin • Oct 12th, 2008 • Category: Poetry

unique.
there’s no-one
like me.
i try
hard
each day.
i miss
the target,
get angry
and fail.
tomorrow
i’m aiming
to be
perfect
but
today
i’m content
at being
unique
 

About the Author
Daryl Baldwin
Daryl was born in Gloucester, England. He still lives there today. He is married and has three children and 1 dog.  He works in a local company making products for aircraft and other vehicles.
In his spare time he likes to [...]



Father’s Day – By Daryl Baldwin

Published By Daryl Baldwin • Sep 21st, 2008 • Category: Micro Fiction

‘To the best daddy in the whole world. I love you.’
As he read the words again on the card, tears spilled from his eyes.
Kneeling, he said, ‘I love you too Honey. I’m proud to be your dad. You’ll always be my little girl.’
Desolate, he kissed her image, leaving tears on her photograph and flowers on [...]



Birthday Party – By Daryl Baldwin

Published By Daryl Baldwin • Aug 10th, 2008 • Category: Micro Fiction

Balloons hung from the corners of the room with birthday decorations in between. A long rectangular rosewood table complete with cream coloured cloth at right angles stood in the middle of the room. A cake, adorned with candles took centre place. It was surrounded by a culinary feast of sandwiches, sausage rolls, mini cakes, and fizzy [...]



The Betrayal – By Daryl Baldwin

Published By Daryl Baldwin • Jul 27th, 2008 • Category: Micro Fiction

Dead. That’s how I feel. Your words are like shrapnel. Each shard has found a niche in my flesh and it hurts. You wounded me when you told the truth. I guess it hurt to tell me but who cares how you feel. I am betrayed.
So how long has it gone on? Did you [...]



The Tramp – By Daryl Baldwin

Published By Daryl Baldwin • Jul 20th, 2008 • Category: Micro Fiction

Bill looked like a circus clown; walking with a short stoop and slow shuffle in those oversize shoes made children laugh. Layers of clothes and the Columbo style coat hid his small frame from the world.
I remember the first time I ever saw him. I came out of school; running to the gate where my [...]