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StoryX - Miscellany: A Moral Tale rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryV - The System is Down rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryW - Shell Song rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryZ - The Truth Hurts rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
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StoryV - Uneasy Dreams rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryWall rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryTelephone rokkitnite213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Pranksters rokkitnite313 years 1 month ago
StoryTim Clare For Regent rokkitnite413 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Theme From Rocky rokkitnite213 years 1 month ago
StoryMiss Scarlet Always Moves First rokkitnite213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Grid rokkitnite213 years 1 month ago
StorySomething in me, I suppose, must be going blind rokkitnite213 years 1 month ago
StoryQ & A With Jacques Rancourt rokkitnite313 years 1 month ago
StoryMiss Tempest Thinks rokkitnite113 years 1 month ago
StoryPoetical Science rokkitnite113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Sestina Code rokkitnite113 years 1 month ago
StoryOde To The Spineless Bastard Who Cloned My Debit Card rokkitnite613 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Favourite Song rokkitnite1013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Impossible Deathbed Lament of S. McDuck rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe No-Cry Sleep Solution rokkitnite013 years 1 month ago

My stories

After Hours At The Granbull And Farfetch'd

This is a poem inspired by my current favourite video game, Pokémon. Also, if anyone's interested, I would like to swap my Honchkrow for a Slowbro.
Poem of the week

Seventh Circle

In Hell, We plunged arms Elbow deep into the firelake And pulled out black scarecrow limbs That dripped like toffee apples And fizzled like crack spoons. On burnt twig digits

Manhood

His latest poem is a toad king It knows it is fatly sexual Stroking its long thin piccolo cock While admirers queue like bottles on a belt And yes you've Fidgeted in line
Cherry

Errata: Twenty-Fourth Episode: Theatre of War

And I got to my feet, my wounds winking shut.

Errata: Twenty-Third Episode - Oh Shoot

On the production floor of the Syphilis Barracks, Raoul One stood shivering in blue cotton pyjamas and a flannel dressing gown, along with ten of his fellow Councillors.

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