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Forum topicTransmute josiedog1013 years 1 month ago
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Collectionopium for the people josiedog013 years 1 month ago
CollectionStuff and nonsense. josiedog013 years 1 month ago
CollectionBag of Weasels josiedog013 years 1 month ago
StoryWitness josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryWeasel's Return (A weasel excerpt). josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryWhen my dog died. josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryOpen Letter josiedog413 years 2 months ago
StoryMichael josiedog013 years 2 months ago
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StoryNecklace. josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Pigs are Back. josiedog013 years 2 months ago
Storyopium for the people josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StorySerious Trouble josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryThis was all fields once. josiedog013 years 2 months ago
StoryMedical Gothic (A Weasel Excerpt). josiedog013 years 2 months ago
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StoryNo Sleep for Weasel josiedog013 years 2 months ago
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My stories

Allardyce

Allardyce sat on the thick mattress of the high brass bed and bounced twice, patting the space beside him. "Come and sit with you favourite uncle, my dear."

opium for the people

Jarrick pulled nervously at the wig and tugged at his half-inched gentlemanly get-up, visibly uncomfortable in the ill-fitting clothes.

Weasel's Return (A weasel excerpt).

So my name is Graeme Sunningham, and I've lost the lot

churches

The churches are shut.

Bag of Weasels. Chapter 27.

This piece of town gave its age away by its twisty-turny street lines, and although their reason was long-forgotten I could smell the old below, and Flea employed the twisty-turns to keep us weaving through and in.

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