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StoryNever Crouch, Peter Brooklands56 years 3 weeks ago
StorySublimation Brooklands77 years 6 months ago
StoryDecember in Puri Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryDear under-neighbours, I live on the top floor Brooklands310 years 8 months ago
StoryDead Rails: Five Shows Brooklands110 years 8 months ago
StoryCutting her fringe Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCounter cheese Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryConvalesecence Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryConsequences of falling Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryConk Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryConfection Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryComplicated Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCommunication Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryComa Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryColophon Brooklands210 years 8 months ago
StoryChoconana sandwiches at Southwold Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryChewed Up Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCherry Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCheffing Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCharlie Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCave dive Brooklands110 years 8 months ago
StoryCatastrophes Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCarpentry for beginners Brooklands410 years 8 months ago
StoryCareful, love, I'm thinking of Morrissey Brooklands010 years 8 months ago
StoryCalling out Brooklands010 years 8 months ago

My stories

Eldridge Tiffin is...

For Joel Eldridge Tiffin is carrying over-ripe mangoes. Eldridge Tiffin is buried in sand up to his neck. We are playing cricket nearby. Eldridge Tiffin is very good at swimming.
Cherry

Hitchcockian

His life lacked the appropriate cues. When she told him she loved the concierge, he told her to walk towards him quickly, and then he walked backwards slowly. “Contra-zoom,” he said.
Cherry

Large Collider

A boy named Hadron
Cherry

Another interesting way to die that I'll never experience

Thinking about being beheaded on the top step of Coba temple, a cab unhitched from its trailer, relieved of my freight, dropping a hundred and sixty epiphanies,
Cherry

Dear under-neighbours, I live on the top floor

When you are asleep I am above you, awake, wishing this whole waffle-stack block would just vanish and leave us, for a moment, hung above each other, at intervals, unbedded,

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