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Drinking. Drinking, Drinking, Drinking. Turkey. Stuffing in the teeth teeth Ferrerro Roche. Unable to spell Ferrero Rochet because of the Guinness, the HP sauce and too much late night drinking. Drinking, Drinking, Drinking. Thinking, about a melody, about a betrayal about Seasonal Bullshit Disorder, about the next drink, about writing properly again. Bring out the stuffing, I'm going on vacation and I'm not coming back til I'm in love again. This piece originally appeared on this page on Boxing Day 2012.

The final piece from Scott Freeman (AKA ScottFlash).

The latest story from Scott Freeman (AKA ScottFlash).

The message of this latest story from Scott Freeman (AKA ScottFlash)? Don't mess with The General.

This piece from Scott Freeman (AKA ScottFlash) is just a little bit meta...

Another day, another Flashcast... Today, it's 'The Birth of Man' by Scott Freeman (AKA ScottFlash).

This is the third story in our Flashcast series. This is 'Avatart' by Scott Freeman.

At first it was hard trying to reach a conclusion while the sorrow stormed my heart. There were tidal waves in my ocean eyes the night she told me of another. Two months of tidal waves… But no more will I miss her in the day and at night I can now look at the others who twinkle beside her. Sure they’re not as big and as bright as she is… but if I focus hard enough on them, in time they will be. That’s what everyone keeps telling me, keep looking to the stars and you’ll start seeing the bigger picture. That piece of advice always just reminds me how narrow my vision is and how no matter how hard I try I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s immaculate and each day she takes a new form, so I never get bored of gazing at her. But I know that deep down inside she’s just rock and that’s when the tears come, falling stars. I started this off thinking I was over the moon, but now I doubt I can even jump.