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StoryDrowning markashley010 years 10 months ago
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StoryG) Evidence markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryEpitaph in Red markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryEnd Game markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryFour Thousand Dreams markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryDo I Still Believe markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryEmpty Road markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryFroppington Gore markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryFireside Song markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryG) EFL Student Love Song markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryEating Russia markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryF) Telephone Travels markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Day's Journey markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryE) Silver Steel Siren markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryF) In one blink the eyelid closed markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Casting Shadows markashley010 years 10 months ago
StoryE) Days in finite circles markashley010 years 10 months ago
Forum topicABCtales and The Big Issue tcook1117 years 8 months ago

My stories

Little Green Men

drawn, light pencil. etched with acid. "abandon all hope" with acid. beating slowly, behind, inside the wall, behind, slowly. bright golden flowers...

Thoughts taken from the 6 o?clock news

this shale hallucination glowing sparks of mercury filtered through wet sand clothed in brine a glass tower of shame fractured in the salt wind...

Winter

in summers golden fragrant mews the winter hides his weary head and whispers to the autumn mists while icy fingers wake the dead

Four Cities

Bristol: brewery stench and cliff edge perching of blistered houses drab pastel harlequin, streets flowing with human misery and human waste Birmingham: a cold stone underground,
Cherry

Vapours

Single dream resting in shadow, bright memory fading through dry brush. Hovering sounds of broken rock, and the distant cry of a lonely hawk. The...

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