rask_balavoine
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Loneliness | Daniel Saint-John | 5 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | None Of This Is Real | chasing.parked.cars. | 4 | 14 years 8 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 10 months ago |
| Story | A girl named Ana | seashore | 25 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Dolce Far Niente | Gunnerson | 5 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The scent of evil | rask_balavoine | 3 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Ex chapter two | lavadis | 9 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Jazz as Therapy | rask_balavoine | 5 | 14 years 10 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
Murder at the Quacking Duck.
Bit by bit reality sunk in, pieces of a jigsaw started coming together turning chaos very gradually into order, but many pieces were missing or in the wrong place
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Delhi and Dostoyevsky (sequel to Birthday on a Train)
He wondered aloud about how much my underwear had cost but soon took the hint that it wasn’t for sale ...
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Frozen moments of a sad and happy life.
The man in the apartment opposite comes home every night and irons shirts. Lots of shirts, and then he holds them up as if admiring them and then chooses one,
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The scent of evil
Uninvited, the man opened the case on the table and brought from it a selection of small, crudely-blown glass bottles with all the panache of a well-rehearsed conjurer pulling a rabbit from a hat.
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Trust The Wind
The mountains were the watershed between the stony Algerian desert and the coastal plain, the watershed between village life and the bright lights
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