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StoryShe Leaves Tracks rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
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StoryThe Caterer rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StorySong of the Lead Miner rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryNews rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryTelevision rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
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StorySetting the Price rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
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StoryThrush rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryPlover rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryNightingale rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryOn the Last Day rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryT - Passing Through Fields rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryU - By Proxy rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryR - Clouds on the Horizon rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryStreak rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryP - His Grace in a Jam rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryQ - In Hope Valley rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryN - Olive rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryO - Libra rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryL - Prise Me Open rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryM - Warning rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is Memoir rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Bliss of Solitude rokkitnite012 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Getting In Touch

With your inner gibbon; Come on, chaps! Bruce knocks Down the flipchart and Lickety-split he’s Scramble-loping through the hall That links Deaths to Home Eek-acking some Congo call

We're The Very Best At Being Bad

Flicking off lollypop ladies We rattle full-clap down rampart high streets. What d’you mean turn down my music? I’ll listen to Leonard Cohen any volume I feel comfortable with,
Cherry

Insurgency

He rode on the roof-rack flinging rocks at road signs: Take this Darlington! Up yours Chipping Sodbury! Always a slow overarm stroke Like a spin bowler –
Cherry

Flint

Near the end, good god man, Nearly all and sundry went feeding The last lazy licks of the flame; Newspapers, napkins, Failed poems crossed out then torn From their bindings;
Cherry

Disgrace

She peeks over her spectacles Like a vexed librarian But this is no library And I am no inconsiderate reader. She does not vocalise her complaint But I assume it is something to do

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