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Terri Nixon's Writings

Short Story
Jun.06.2010
Chill 2002. Published by BeWrite.
Nightrise By TERRI Nixon     If she hadn’t done it, it would have been okay.  But she had. She had used her strength to thwart his plans.  She shouldn’t have done it. Now he would have to face it alone.      It was over quickly, it shouldn’t have happened that way.    She should have let him…let nature take them through their relationship...
Short Story
Jun.06.2010
HOMECOMING.  By Terri Nixon.  “Borstal, for fuck’s sake, leave it!”    Jez watched his companion debate for a moment then drop the wallet back onto the ground with a sigh. He sighed too; being twice the kid’s age didn’t automatically make him responsible. Then again, there wasn’t anyone else.    But so what, anyway? Borstal was eighteen, old enough to have got...
Short Story
Mar.07.2009
Thirteen Magazine
    The Guardians It was every bit as dark as he remembered. He shone his torch around the walls, illuminating the immediate area – cool stone, rounded contours, grey-green lichen glowing eerily in the beam of his maglite.    She was at his back, pushing at him. Irritating as hell, but then, she’d started getting to him as soon as they had stepped onto the moor...
Short Story
Mar.07.2009
                                                                           A Tooth For A Tooth   It started like any other Christmas. Then it all went wrong, and of course they called me in to clean up the mess.    Which was how I found myself hanging on for dear life by my fingertips, sweat trickling into my eyes, and the hands on the church clock...
Poem
Mar.03.2009
   Bittersweet.   How bittersweet, a mother's love, The iron hand in velvet glove, Whose strength must always be enough. She gives them all her years.   Such tainted joy as babies grow; A mother's heart will always know That someday she must let them go. She hides her secret fears.   How strong the love, how sure and deep, She'll hold them...
Poem
Mar.03.2009
Chill - by Terri Pine (Nixon) Peter Lee and Andrew J Muller
  From Me To You  A Vampire's Song.   I am your friend, I love you so, And now I want To let you know: I have a gift, from me to you. I'll watch you while you sleep.     Your heart cries out to me, it burns. I'll take it, Keep it In return For something pure, from me to you. I'll wait while shadows creep.     My skin, so pale, will soon be flushed With...