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StoryF) The Fountainhead markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryDowntime markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryE) Contact markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryForgotten Day markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryDid You Think? markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryDrowning markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryFists markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryEmpty Spaces markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryForgotten markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Evidence markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryEpitaph in Red markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryEnd Game markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryFour Thousand Dreams markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryDo I Still Believe markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryEmpty Road markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryFroppington Gore markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryFireside Song markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryG) EFL Student Love Song markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryEating Russia markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryF) Telephone Travels markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Day's Journey markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryE) Silver Steel Siren markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryF) In one blink the eyelid closed markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Casting Shadows markashley012 years 10 months ago
StoryE) Days in finite circles markashley012 years 10 months ago

My stories

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,

Silver Fishes

We are all nothing more than silver fishes

Quiet Day

It is a quiet day, Out here on the glass. The smooth edged breath of god Billows through, Brushes dreams from my fingers. It will not stay quiet For...
Cherry

Cardiff

Cardiff, as seen from the old Lloyds building in Clevedon.

Do I Still Believe

As I sit here In another anonymous cafe Contemplating love, I wonder, What happened to all my dreams. I see their shadows Facing me, Whispering Of...

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