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Forum topicThe Future: One thing you were hoping for / one thing you never expected markbrown1920 years 2 weeks ago
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Forum topicSychar by poetjude archergirl420 years 4 weeks ago
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Forum topicWhen The Princess Died by Poetjude. camus320 years 1 month ago
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Forum topicYou remind me of food by Alp Anonymous220 years 1 month ago
Forum topicOne For The Road by poetjude tcook120 years 1 month ago
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Forum topicLife, and all that. fergal320 years 1 month ago
Forum topicOh God, not God again. 2Lou720 years 1 month ago

My stories

Number three

Slashed silver, tarnished grey the dullness covering the burning glow of guts, creatively cold, aloof. Lamp Hides under basin Inspirationaly starved...

Kursk

One hundred and eighteen submariners submerged the Kursk, sulks in hushed depths. Fatal, floating in the blood-flushed cold, drifting in utero...

Moribund Man

An old man's bathroom, the filth of ill. He was once great now crumbling like the towers from the hill. Until that day, your haggard, wise and...

Confession

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Its been four years since my last confession, although in truth I have never truly confessed and am steeped in...

I fight

I fight cancer with some mouthwash; Cholesterol with butter, Brain death with television, Poverty in the gutter. I fight depression with street drugs,

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