Verismo Bliss - Chapter 17

By rattus on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

17. His head hurt so much it felt like…actually, it hurt so much he couldn’t concentrate on finding a pithy metaphor for how it felt. Also, the pain in his chest was complicating matters.
Crime
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

DOG TAILS 6: HEARD THE ONE ABOUT THE DOG WALKS INTO A PUB?

By Norbie on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

A surreal experience uncovers Mac's secret life and the invention of a new pub game.
Humour
Certificate U

Rat bites3

By celticman on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

last rat bite!
Drama
Story
Certificate 12
Cherry

Save the Soldiers: Chapter 1

By _Hayley_ on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

My twenty-second birthday was approaching, yet it seemed insignificant and it had a place in the very back of my mind.
Love
Story
Certificate 15

The Great Christmas (1914)

By threeleafshamrock on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

For a moment on Christmas day, let us remember...
Historical Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Everyone knows fairies can't fly 8/9

By Geoffrey on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

Before Lieutenant Moonshine could think of shouting at all of them to return to work, the air was full of fairies trying to remember the way they used to fly when they were young children.
Children's
Certificate U

End of 'The Killing'.

Posted by celticman on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

The end of ‘The Killing 2’. The original Killing was a mammoth investement in time. The Killing 2 is about half that, or is it, I just can’t remember? Anyway, in both series somebody gets killed. I suppose that’s axiomatic, whatever that means. But in the Killing 2 people get killed more regularly. There is not the same depth and it wanders away from Denmark and out to Afghanistan, as if it’s run out of ideas and a trip abroad might just be the...

Criminal (Scrapped):

By Savx on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

This is a short chapter one; I'm planning on adding to it later. I'm just hoping to get some feedback on it, just to see what other people think so far.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate U

More praise for the homeward Sun

By well-wisher on Fri, 23 Dec 2011

First, bright flaxen lashes, then the opened eye of sun, like loud cymbal crashes, flashes o’er the horizon. Bright as inspiration, it touches blank winter snow, then out pours creation;
Nature
Poem
Certificate U

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