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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 11 months ago
StoryA Kendal Mint Cake Crisis ralph012 years 11 months ago
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Story2, Don't go south of the river dude.... ralph012 years 11 months ago
Story1.Three days to kick off. The scent of summer. ralph012 years 11 months ago
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Story31 Songs by Nick Hornby ralph012 years 11 months ago
StoryA Bed Unmade (for Ruth) ralph012 years 11 months ago
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My stories

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The Worst Words

If I asked you while the sun fell on our past, sinking beneath a brown and loathing sea, what the worst words were. You would perhaps shrug your...
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Poem of the week

Peel Park. New Year’s Eve

By the lake the footprint snow cracking as if bird bones. A rat argues with a goose. Who wouldn’t tick this time of day? And I think of the decade...
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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...
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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...

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