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StoryLust Is Dry Dynamaso318 years 2 months ago
StoryWatching Bridget Jones in Vietnamese HaiAnh218 years 2 months ago
StoryMILESTONES. cjm218 years 2 months ago
StoryGrowing Up Ewan218 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the authority of children animan218 years 2 months ago
StoryLibrary Serenade Caldwell218 years 2 months ago
StoryLetter Ewan418 years 2 months ago
StoryA Hint Of Pink Dynamaso418 years 2 months ago
StoryUncivilised jennifer618 years 2 months ago
Forum topicSHOCKING STUFF! keleph1718 years 2 months ago
StoryToy Soldiers Toabs218 years 2 months ago
StoryOpen Secret Ewan118 years 2 months ago
StoryDreams Toabs718 years 2 months ago
StoryLiar Liar jennifer818 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Last Lesson jennifer618 years 2 months ago
StoryNight Thoughts Caldwell318 years 2 months ago
StoryChildhood Sweethearts Caldwell318 years 2 months ago
Story In love I'll run to you Mark Heathcote218 years 2 months ago
StoryI Remember Dynamaso618 years 2 months ago
StoryUnqualified Spin Doctor Dynamaso518 years 2 months ago
StoryFrom his bed in the capital city mcmanaman118 years 2 months ago
StoryGOOD BITS? alp118 years 2 months ago
StoryForbbiden Love. Toabs218 years 2 months ago
StoryThis is what I think jennifer318 years 2 months ago
StoryPicturing myself in the mountains, 10,000 miles away mcmanaman218 years 2 months ago

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My stories

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? (13th may 2008, 11.22am) Can you hear me through your raised fists, Double-glazed eyes and emotion-fuelled lips? Can you hear me as you rain down on me?

Communication

Communication (13th May 2008, 10.08am). Like the aftershocks of an earthquake Your little revelations run through me Tiny tremors of violence Echoes of our mismatched past

Going down

Starting off a new set with something for the weekend!

Sensory Enrichment

Sensory Enrichment (8th May 2008, 2.31pm) light inside senses going blind simple type of madness infiltrates silence and mind-shapes escalate lying on backs blind to that which

Process: Writing

Process: Writing (8th May 2008, 1.55pm) The next day, a repetition; the same late hour Finds me blinking into the light from the screen As if no time has passed, as if I’d never slept at all

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