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StoryZ) frosted chicken markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryYe Old Hotdog markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryV) The Typewriter Blues markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryWinter's Ghost markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryYou Want A Poet markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryVapours markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryWhere does it start? markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryZ) Sirens markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryX) At the lasers point markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryY) Time markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryV) When the morning sun shines through markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryW) Ah life! markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen the lips touch markashley07 years 11 months ago
Storyno consequence markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Wedding of the Drama Queen to the Absent Minded Professor markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryThoughts taken from the 6 o?clock news markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Name's Bond markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryU) The Truman Show markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryS) The Matrix and The Snake Pit markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryPitch - films that should never be made markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryNotting Hill markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryL) Much Ado About Nothing markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryMen and Women markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Art of Love markashley07 years 11 months ago
StoryRamble On markashley07 years 11 months ago

My stories

Newsflash!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the World. We control your sight and sound, Your coming and going. We tell you what to think, And show you what to...

Blood Still Burns

Blood still burns And turns to ice In my tired veins. Blood still drips From my broken fingers, And the shiver ripples over my skin. Her shadow, her...

Heart of a Lion

He had the heart of a lion And his people loved him, Though he paid them little mind And bled them dry. He made war for war's sake, Bloody and Holy,...

Night Terrors

in the darkness in the silence whispers of a deadly creature crawling now towards my slumber creeping through the dusty chamber
Cherry

I am late

who am i too much too often too little and too late always too late in the dim dark closing haze of drunken party evacuation in the slow dance partner dash in the race, the race,

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