rask_balavoine
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Loneliness | Daniel Saint-John | 5 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | None Of This Is Real | chasing.parked.cars. | 4 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Whoo! I'm Going To Barbados..... | TheShyAssassin | 8 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | A Pee and a Poop at Midnight | barryj1 | 11 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Delhi and Dostoyevsky (sequel to Birthday on a Train) | rask_balavoine | 2 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | A girl named Ana | seashore | 25 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Dolce Far Niente | Gunnerson | 5 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The scent of evil | rask_balavoine | 3 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Ex chapter two | lavadis | 9 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Jazz as Therapy | rask_balavoine | 5 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Greek Cafe | rask_balavoine | 2 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Doubting Thomas | celticman | 16 | 15 years 11 hours ago |
| Story | Cremoria | celticman | 17 | 15 years 1 day ago |
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Delhi: my inevitable destination.
although the Americans still didn’t know where (or what) Afghanistan was, the Soviets did, and while I was waiting in Moscow for a connecting flight to Kabul their tanks rumbled ...
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Birthday on a train.
It was my birthday. I woke up twenty years old and hungry. Everyone around me was still asleep, lulled and comforted by the gentle rhythm of the train to Delhi ...
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Jazz as Therapy
Jazz draws in through the open window from a bar across the narrow street as the day’s light begins to disappear: it slices cleanly through the dense, fume-filled, end-of-summer atmosphere
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Greek Cafe
Igoumenitsa was a miserable affair. It was sheltered from the wind from lying at the head of a small inlet where boats from Italy called on their way down to Corinth
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