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StoryCabaret de Self-reflexivity Brooklands113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBully Myths: “Chunk vs Kung Fu Hugh” Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBrief thoughts on humanity Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBreakfast Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBlue Peter Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBlowtorch and ramekins Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBlack Diamond Heavies Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBitten and painted Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBid for a readership Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBee Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBasement Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAvalanche Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAurora Borealis, explained Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnyone ever told you that your leg folded on the story mat looks like a vagina? Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnother interesting way to die that I'll never experience Brooklands413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnemones are coy Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnd its Swan-sea city, Swansea city F.C... Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAlternative Ending Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAlpha Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAll my uncles Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAll being well Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAlchemy Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAfter the first night Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAdvice for balloons #3 Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAdvice for balloons #2 Brooklands013 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Bid for a readership

Welcome, weary traveller, into this musty tab: take your finger off the mouse wheel, tune your ear to the centrifugal hard drive - it's discus of memory and memory of history. All the places
Cherry

Susan makes me think of something

There was enough room for a sparrow to perch in the waiter’s earlobe. A sparrow, its ears burning, flew in through the back door, bounced on the windows, and then left.
Cherry

Distances in distances

I had boring dreams the night before we met. Seagulls were stunt kites shaped like seagulls. Meanwhile, outside the dream: the roof coughed up slate, a mad gate did its nut, unhinged.
Cherry

Breakfast

Give me your hand, my dear, dip your fingers in to this bowl of tepid porridge. Close your eyes.
Cherry

The Gambler

He lets women spin through his mind. Blurred at first, the reel slows – a cherry, a seven, then stops at Maria from the library.

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