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StoryWobbling between this and that. rask_balavoine26 months 1 day ago
StoryRoses for Mr Keats rask_balavoine26 months 1 week ago
CollectionTrashing the Empire rask_balavoine11 year 8 months ago
StoryPost Christmas relief. rask_balavoine22 years 4 months ago
StoryPiano revival at last rask_balavoine12 years 6 months ago
StoryDream sifter. rask_balavoine22 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep-seated contentment. rask_balavoine12 years 7 months ago
StoryGirl in a green dress. rask_balavoine32 years 7 months ago
StoryThe foxes are at it again. rask_balavoine12 years 7 months ago
StoryMain course, dessert and lavatory. rask_balavoine12 years 8 months ago
StoryTokyo panic. rask_balavoine32 years 8 months ago
StoryA Dose of Frogs rask_balavoine102 years 8 months ago
StoryReady for happiness. rask_balavoine22 years 8 months ago
StoryToo much Proust. rask_balavoine22 years 9 months ago
StoryRenzo's end. rask_balavoine12 years 11 months ago
StoryDietrich and back again. rask_balavoine13 years 3 months ago
StoryApples of democracy. rask_balavoine14 years 3 months ago
StoryNovember moan. rask_balavoine14 years 5 months ago
StoryBare bottoms in the graveyard. rask_balavoine04 years 6 months ago
StoryToday a toad rask_balavoine05 years 1 month ago
StoryCafé Boris (Part 1) Terrence Oblong86 years 12 months ago
StoryMelancholic pigeons from Berlin. rask_balavoine27 years 5 months ago
Story1978 randy-johnson27 years 6 months ago
StoryIt could be you w.w.j.abercrombie108 years 1 week ago
StoryGermolene paborama28 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Writing with a cigarette.

He is a man standing alone in front of the whole world dressed only in his words and the ash from a thousand cigarettes, judged by seas and mountains...
Cherry

Silly nonsense.

Footsteps on a gravel path after midnight are generally associated with intruders of malevolent intent. The crunch rings out clearly in an otherwise...
Cherry

Overnight bus to Delhi.

I got on a bus. Light was already draining from the late, wet afternoon sky. The seats were wooden with no padding and I just knew that the moving...

Between this and that.

My corner of Ireland lies smart with frost this morning, all ready for either war or a picnic. The brash, noisy sun calls forest and fields to...
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Cherry

Goa, 1976 with buffaloes.

The guest house was cool and quiet. From under its thatched roof and high ceilings I stepped into a stale morning. It was like walking into a warm,...

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