ralph
Primary tabs
| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Forum topic | Does liking TS Elliot make you antisemitic? | markbrown | 11 | 20 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | Out of Everything You Learned in School ... | karl_wiggins | 12 | 20 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | The Wayward Bus | karl_wiggins | 4 | 20 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | A Shadow Of His Former Self... | mississippi | 10 | 20 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | what ya readin' ? | anna_tempt | 12 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Support an ABCtales Member: Buy martin_t's book! | markbrown | 8 | 20 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Hurricane Katrina | sgardiner | 45 | 20 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | Owen Money | ely_whitley | 21 | 20 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | Mo Mowlam | tcook | 11 | 20 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Sum it up in a sentence | markbrown | 20 | 20 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | anyone want to come see my movie | maddan | 7 | 20 years 11 months ago |
My stories
Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999
Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,
- Read more about Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999
- Log in to post comments
- 1220 reads
The Fan with the License: Growing Up Competition Entry
We argued so much that one of us had to be punched. I wish I could call him now and laugh about it all. I can’t do that because Andy Otley is dead.
- Read more about The Fan with the License: Growing Up Competition Entry
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2037 reads
The New Breed
The net curtains twitch. Mondays itch, as I walk by. Yeah. I’m this pure driven boy. Walking your streets. Hear me now! Because. I can cut you down, or make you sing.
- Read more about The New Breed
- 1 comment
- Log in to post comments
- 1478 reads
Return to Wild Wood
This England. High sky, mid-afternoon. Its early summertime, and a light rain falls. Here we both are. Standing. Hand in hand, amongst trees, bees, butterflies.
- Read more about Return to Wild Wood
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 2500 reads
Gig
Sitting at the bar, waiting for the band to play. Two-tone drink in hand. The DJ playing late Clash. Pork pie hats enter the room. Then a face that he once knew, loved beyond reasonable doubt.
- Read more about Gig
- Log in to post comments
- 1318 reads