Cherrypicked stories
The Watershed
The Watershed has rolled away into the grieving quiet of pain where soft, silent dark mists gather to return as the sobbing rain. The days untold...
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- 1831 reads
New Land
I used to tresspass on dewy fields in the dusk no other prints but mine and always the fear I'd be found out like a falling glass And now I touch you
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- 872 reads
The Whirlwind
A lonely, young boy gets led astray
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- 555 reads
Brush Strokes and Vodka
I sat and stared at the painting. Its title had me bewildered: Beauty as Seen Through the Eyes of a Baffled Cloud. The painting seemed
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- 1956 reads
My Selkie Wife.
Short Story. 5500 words.
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- 1461 reads
C - THE LOST DOBERMAN
The Lost Doberman A man was hurrying down the road and suddenly his eyes fell on an open gate of a house. Sitting on an easy chair in the porch, was...
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- 1487 reads
Hypno-cigs
one of the many times I kicked the habit
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- 792 reads
Spent
Spent Right now I feel like the pebble, river skimmed, at the point where surface tension strips it of its energy or the wooden trolley in a science...
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- 998 reads
R: 11/14/02
Work Diary, 11/14/02 At Kindergarten age, I stood screaming at the drugstore counter as the clerk refused to let go of my arm. He'd caught me...
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- 893 reads
Chocolate
Chocolates like to travel in crowds. Happiest when in a box that has been upturned, shook a little - so that they can mingle and crunch their...
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- 618 reads
Francis
Francis Again. His hand upon my thighs. Sensing his head, hair eroded, and the scar Dark red. Silver teeth. Black hole. His lips, turned up, twisted...
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- 313 reads
W) The Cows
As his mouth pulled away from hers she felt the moisture on her lips almost seem to freeze, as if the next time he touched her she would shatter into...
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- 3007 reads
Eavesdropping
You're not a writer, you're an eavesdropper!
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- 521 reads
Is that your final answer?
You can always phone a friend - if you've got one.
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- 710 reads
I - Chalk
Nothing more than an anecdote really
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- 1030 reads
Reading in bed
Reading in bed. You stood me on end thumbed through my pages skipped straight to the part you'd enjoy you bent my spine. Beat, unbinding book loosely...
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- 657 reads
Mike?s First Book.
Mike's First Book. Mike was unhappy Slumping in his chair so Vandana took him out to Waterstones. Bug-eyed he watched as she selected a compact, red...
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- 616 reads