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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Loneliness | Daniel Saint-John | 5 | 14 years 6 months ago |
| Story | None Of This Is Real | chasing.parked.cars. | 4 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | Whoo! I'm Going To Barbados..... | TheShyAssassin | 8 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A Pee and a Poop at Midnight | barryj1 | 11 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Delhi and Dostoyevsky (sequel to Birthday on a Train) | rask_balavoine | 2 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A girl named Ana | seashore | 25 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Dolce Far Niente | Gunnerson | 5 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The scent of evil | rask_balavoine | 3 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Ex chapter two | lavadis | 9 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Jazz as Therapy | rask_balavoine | 5 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Greek Cafe | rask_balavoine | 2 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Doubting Thomas | celticman | 16 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Cremoria | celticman | 17 | 14 years 10 months ago |
My stories
The Reluctant Traveller.
Forty one years ago today (if you are reading this today) a British Airways VC10 shattered the clean night skies the length of Africa to drag me shouting and kicking to Belfast.
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Just another cafe in Paris?
Mathilde arrives and I rise from the comfort of my chair, thrilled at the sight of the beautiful woman who had left me after breakfast to spend my money,
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New Year's Day, Belfast
... inside Michael’s the air was warm and coffee-laden and breathing it was like breathing espresso shots and I remembered I had company and turned back to Hemingway
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Messing about near Easkey
Mist began to close in and I felt the call of the sea. I propped my bike up against a post and threw off all my wet clothes,
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Scapegoats
.. an intense, almost palpable sadness that flowed from him, making it seem unlikely that the sun would ever rise again over Genoa
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