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Type	Title	Author	Replies	Last updated
Story	It could be you	w.w.j.abercrombie	10	8 years 4 months ago
Story	Germolene	paborama	2	8 years 7 months ago
Story	Not Quite Fern Hill (Poetry Monthly)	Silver Spun Sand	27	10 years 5 months ago
Story	Riyadh: a work in progress, a city in progress	pradaboy	4	11 years 1 month ago
Story	Paul	rask_balavoine	2	11 years 5 months ago
Story	The Prodigal	Silver Spun Sand	8	11 years 5 months ago
Story	The moon shines down.	rask_balavoine	4	11 years 5 months ago
Story	Out by Raghly.	rask_balavoine	2	12 years 4 months ago
Story	Birthday on a train.	rask_balavoine	2	13 years 1 month ago
Story	A Fox in the Snow	rask_balavoine	9	13 years 1 month ago
Story	New Year's Day, Belfast	rask_balavoine	2	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Messing about near Easkey	rask_balavoine	2	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Murder at the Quacking Duck.	rask_balavoine	1	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Trust The Wind	rask_balavoine	1	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Just another cafe in Paris?	rask_balavoine	3	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Interrupted Chocolate	rask_balavoine	2	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Frozen moments of a sad and happy life.	rask_balavoine	6	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Delhi: my inevitable destination.	rask_balavoine	1	13 years 3 months ago
Story	The loom for air	Luke Neima	16	13 years 3 months ago
Story	Sunshine	Jonathan_Dalton	8	13 years 4 months ago
Story	It Usually Rains at Funerals	Silver Spun Sand	12	13 years 4 months ago
Story	Darren Makes a Stand	HipPriest	11	13 years 4 months ago
Story	The Metamorphosis Of Kieran Jones	The Walrus	4	13 years 4 months ago
Story	A CAT WITH NO TAIL	misskelizabeth	9	13 years 4 months ago
Story	The Thing With a Cock	Sooz006	20	13 years 4 months ago

My stories

Goa, 1976 with buffaloes.

By rask_balavoine on Sat, 06 Dec 2025

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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Dusk and wine.

By rask_balavoine on Tue, 02 Dec 2025

Late this afternoon, as dusk was starting to gather, I took myself out into the back garden with a bottle of red Lebanese wine. A mild winter...

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Dread December.

By rask_balavoine on Sat, 29 Nov 2025

I can sense dread December about to roll in, and you can too I suspect. In rolling in it will obnubilate the soft November memories that I’m...

Miscellaneous

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Lying in Lissadell.

By rask_balavoine on Sat, 22 Nov 2025

There's an old log that lies rotting on the shore at Lissadell, right where the shingle meets the fields. It's lain there for as long as I've been...

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November graveyard with a robin.

By rask_balavoine on Fri, 21 Nov 2025

The sun shone on the snow-covered graveyard this afternoon, a place where the atmosphere was heavy with memories, sadness, longing and hope. Beside...