Coolhermit
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | an unknown middle-aged woman | Coolhermit | 4 | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | I wanna go back | Coolhermit | 2 | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | to a former lover | Coolhermit | 0 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | let's dance | Coolhermit | 2 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | to Harriet (1956-1987) | Coolhermit | 8 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | the little grey lady of the sea | Coolhermit | 11 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | a persisting of memory on the G.W.R. | Coolhermit | 4 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Where did all our water come from? | Rhiannonw | 6 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Lost in a Durham Landscape | Coolhermit | 6 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | an old man's elegy | Coolhermit | 4 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | sleeping with penguins | Coolhermit | 3 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | breathless at the threshold | Coolhermit | 3 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Death | hilary west | 12 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
My stories
stick around
Sadie, in a lavender nightie, parked her bum on the arm of the settee rolling a cig from the ashtray to smoke while watching a Ground Control re-run...
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- 650 reads
cinnamon and brie
Rachel’s hair was auburn-red flowing to her waist bearing a delicate scent reminiscent to me of cinnamon and brie her smile lit the faces of favoured...
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Carmen Monoxide
the tips of her hair were electric-red fading through blonde to dusty mouse Carmen Monoxide, as she was called when, wearing distressed fishnet...
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cuddly Pudsey onesie
the care home claims to ‘add quality to dwindling days’ nurses’ smiles mask the reality, stinking, raw, suffering, mortality my turn to visit her I...
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the unspeakable grief of a mother cleansing her son’s spilt blood
[tanka format] hot soapy water long gone cold, a scrubbing brush and disinfectant. pavement grit grazing her knees mingles their life-bloods again...
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