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StoryCheap Beer and No Sex threeleafshamrock616 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Busker Stranded mcscraic216 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Brown Leather Frame (original version) threeleafshamrock1216 years 10 months ago
StoryMusic And Me mcscraic416 years 10 months ago
StoryStrange Little Bloke Dynamaso1617 years 2 weeks ago
StorySome More On Poetry Form mcscraic217 years 3 weeks ago
StorySemetric Poetry Form mcscraic117 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTable For One mcscraic217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Interview mcscraic417 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThrough The Flames mcscraic217 years 2 months ago
StoryThinking Of Halloween mcscraic217 years 5 months ago
StorySnatched mcscraic217 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Bravery Of My Father mcscraic217 years 11 months ago
StoryPoetry And The Love Factor mcscraic817 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Reconciliation mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryNot So Alone mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryHound Of The Heath mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryEscape From Interrogation mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Poet Gets A Job mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryIrish Living mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryMirror World mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryOn The Bus mcscraic217 years 12 months ago
StoryHotel Berlin - Chapter 1 Fallen_Hero117 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Mexican Sun keleph1017 years 12 months ago
Forum topicRound the Turf Fire by mcscraic david2885119 years 8 months ago

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My stories

Belfast Rab

A rising number of people go through life with a tag put on them by others who unfairly robbed them of their individuality . This is one such case .

Hugos Message

Another story of someone to be appreciated and in a compasionate way understood .

The booze and The blues

I met Brian in East London . A talented musician and a stranger who became a friend . Brian and I busked and bumped into each other by chance . This is the story of what happened .

Under The Surface

I wrote his story and somehow would like to pass on to others the place I was at and the kind of person Pat was .

Jewish Joe

I lived with a man called Jewish Joe for a while .He told me small parts of what went on in his life and how different situations that happened pushed him over the edge .

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