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Forum topicTransmute josiedog1012 years 10 months ago
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Collectionopium for the people josiedog012 years 10 months ago
CollectionStuff and nonsense. josiedog012 years 10 months ago
CollectionBag of Weasels josiedog012 years 10 months ago
StoryWitness josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StoryWeasel's Return (A weasel excerpt). josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StoryWhen my dog died. josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StoryOpen Letter josiedog413 years 1 week ago
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StoryThe Pigs are Back. josiedog013 years 1 week ago
Storyopium for the people josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StorySerious Trouble josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StoryThis was all fields once. josiedog013 years 1 week ago
StoryMedical Gothic (A Weasel Excerpt). josiedog013 years 1 week 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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