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StoryBag of Weasels. Chapter 22 josiedog012 years 2 months ago
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StoryBag of Weasels. Chapter 11 josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryBag of Weasels. Chapter 10 josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryBag of Weasels. Chapter 1 josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryAsking after Thomas. josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryAngels on the bus josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryAllardyce josiedog012 years 2 months ago
StoryA Weasel in the North. (A Weasel Excerpt). josiedog012 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Fit for Beasts

But let me take you back to last summer. The nights were as hot as our pissing-down days; it had been chucking it down since the Spring. The air was...
Cherry

A hole in the kitchen

It was chasing that damned mouse that had him rummaging beneath the kitchen cupboards, removing the boards and shining the light from his mobile...
Cherry

Open Letter

Words of magic in the high street.

Coffee with Ronnie.

Ronnie had got his order wrong. He was having none of that. Mr Iqbal, shaking with bit-back rage, surveyed the smashed glass and pooling booze aftermath of the four-minute blitzkrieg.
Cherry

Asking after Thomas.

There was a message on my answerphone from Jem. Terry was dead. The funeral was on Thursday.

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