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StoryB - Chapter Two ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
StoryAngel ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
StoryAnd so the branches again shall weep ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
StoryA totally insignificant story ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
StoryA - The For Sale Sign ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
StoryA - Chapter One ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
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CollectionThe Morning After ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
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CollectionWhen the letters don't fit anymore ja_simpson011 years 11 months ago
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StoryZ - Den and Joey at The Diner ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryX - The Big Leap ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryY - The Continuing Saga of Mr and Mrs Montague ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryV - Between Sleeping and Waking ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryWigan is Wonderful ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryZ - Stranger ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen the end comes ja_simpson012 years 1 month ago

My stories

Story of the week

Loretta

It was seven years before I realised I was an alcoholic. You’d think you’d guess before that amount of time had passed – have a notion, at least.

Columbo

I’m leaving my flat when I come across an evidently alcoholic, stooped, iron-haired man, propping himself up for dear life against a wooden stake embedded in the flowerbed at the back of the buildin

Mr Johnson rebels

Mr Johnson sits on the train home and reads his paper. "Young father stabbed to death by youths reads the headline. Mr Johnson does not blink.

A totally insignificant story

Listen. We all profess to be innocents and yet, without a second thought, accuse the whole remainder of the human race. .

Train Journey

We are all heading somewhere.

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