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StoryA Mystery White Boy ralph012 years 8 months ago
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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 8 months ago
StoryA Kendal Mint Cake Crisis ralph012 years 8 months ago
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Story2, Don't go south of the river dude.... ralph012 years 8 months ago
Story1.Three days to kick off. The scent of summer. ralph012 years 8 months ago
StoryA Flaked Frame ralph012 years 8 months ago
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StoryA Chip Shop Circle ralph012 years 8 months ago
Story31 Songs by Nick Hornby ralph012 years 8 months ago
StoryA Bed Unmade (for Ruth) ralph012 years 8 months ago
Forum topicTonight in York. ABCtales night. ralph5512 years 8 months ago
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Forum topicRalph Dartford at Puzzle Poets ralph012 years 8 months ago
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Forum topicTilting The Mirror at the Millfield Theatre: ABC Tales Offer ralph112 years 8 months ago
Forum topicThe Sex Pistols Ripped Harry Off! ralph112 years 8 months ago
Forum topicTony Wilson 1950-2007 ralph212 years 8 months ago
Forum topicTonight At What's Cookin' ralph012 years 8 months ago
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My stories

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...
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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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Come Sunday

While you scrubbed your kitchen on Sunday morning Methamphetamine an old woman tapped at your door. She’d moved here yesterday and had made you a pie...
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To Recover

There were no truths in bruised boots and jangled guitars. In hindsight, he should have known that he would not travel so far. His affectations of...
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