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Story36. My name is Christopher and I am an addict 2003. (A chapter from the novel. The Radio Rooms ralph112 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

10.28 Breaking

Every September I've gone there. Sometimes it’s been sunny and I’d have cold coffee. All through those times, I couldn’t help myself from looking up...
Gold cherry

Bucks from a Cuban

Yeah, the pancakes are good. See that guy over there. Yeah him, chewing meatloaf like a godammed camel. Well round here on the street they say that...

The Coal Porter

Walking with sand tides against methane winds. A man shadowed through gunmetal blue, seeks coal. There were once days of counting ways of how to live...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Nineteen and the Mermaids

Found after a storm by a walker out on his own after a Christmas lunch for one, was a sand letter and three pairs of clogs which were in truth...

Begging’s Not My Business

Coins in her pillow case. Perhaps with current inflation this was the new rate that tooth fairies dispense. Downstairs in the kitchen, she heard the...

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