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Storya Bradley Manning poem seannelson513 years 10 months ago
StoryA Very Short Rumination on My Current Haircut hudsonmoon1013 years 11 months ago
StoryScapegoats rask_balavoine413 years 11 months ago
StoryLoneliness Daniel Saint-John513 years 11 months ago
StoryNone Of This Is Real chasing.parked.cars.414 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicWhoo! I'm Going To Barbados..... TheShyAssassin814 years 2 months ago
StoryA Pee and a Poop at Midnight barryj11114 years 2 months ago
StoryDelhi and Dostoyevsky (sequel to Birthday on a Train) rask_balavoine214 years 2 months ago
StoryA girl named Ana seashore2514 years 2 months ago
StoryDolce Far Niente Gunnerson514 years 2 months ago
StoryThe scent of evil rask_balavoine314 years 2 months ago
StoryEx chapter two lavadis914 years 2 months ago
StoryJazz as Therapy rask_balavoine514 years 2 months ago
StoryGreek Cafe rask_balavoine214 years 2 months ago
StoryDoubting Thomas celticman1614 years 3 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

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,

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.
Cherry

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
Cherry

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 ...
Cherry

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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