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Forum topicGeordie, it's your birthday... markbrown2519 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhat it is to be a Good Person. Anonymous3619 years 9 months ago
Forum topicStephen Fry on Modern Poetry: A grumpy posh man or does he have a point? markbrown3019 years 9 months ago
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Forum topicPerfect Day fergal1219 years 9 months ago
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Forum topicA publisher's view of undiscovered talent markbrown3719 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThe best book in the world that only you've read... markbrown919 years 10 months ago
Forum topicNorman Stanley Fletcher hox619 years 10 months ago
Forum topicthread for being terribly clever ... ivoryfishbone2019 years 10 months ago
Forum topicBirthday greetings. mississippi1619 years 10 months ago
Forum topicOh Holy Night by Fergal mykle1919 years 10 months ago
Forum topicOwen Money ely_whitley2119 years 11 months ago
Forum topicCover to Cover by Liana xyz319 years 11 months ago
Forum topicFrom There To Here by Tom Saunders neilmc319 years 11 months ago
Forum topicJude's recent writing tcook319 years 11 months ago

My stories

Legitimate feelings (depressive mix)

You said that I shouldn't be ashamed of this raw spectre, the new ghost in me. This like a ouija board invoked this demon vampire, sucking the life...
Cherry

Thames Banks' Sunrise

Thames wash - suds of heaven, swirled , washing pebbles, mixing tarry shores. No ugly death disfigurement. The oily damp like sweat in slickness ,...
Cherry

See a grown man cry (Requiem mix)

Madmen scream to iron sky Often hear lamenting thunder, wish to scourge the city streets, where many die, today, a wednesday, yesteryear, in love

Whirl-y- Gig days - original prose mix

Whirly-gig's venue would change from month to month, or even week to week. Under constant threat of being closed down for good, intrinsically bound...
Cherry

Road Death

Choked up clouds masquerade as night. In Sliproads, cat's eyes glint, wink back at us and guide. Jester of the road, with load of young unartful...

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