Brooklands

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StoryCabaret de Self-reflexivity Brooklands112 years 2 months ago
StoryBully Myths: “Chunk vs Kung Fu Hugh” Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBrief thoughts on humanity Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBreakfast Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBlue Peter Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBlowtorch and ramekins Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBlack Diamond Heavies Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBitten and painted Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBid for a readership Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBee Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryBasement Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAvalanche Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAurora Borealis, explained Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAnyone ever told you that your leg folded on the story mat looks like a vagina? Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAnother interesting way to die that I'll never experience Brooklands412 years 2 months ago
StoryAnemones are coy Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAnd its Swan-sea city, Swansea city F.C... Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAlternative Ending Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAlpha Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAll my uncles Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAll being well Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAlchemy Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAfter the first night Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAdvice for balloons #3 Brooklands012 years 2 months ago
StoryAdvice for balloons #2 Brooklands012 years 2 months ago

My stories

Bid for a readership

Welcome, weary traveller, into this musty tab: take your finger off the mouse wheel, tune your ear to the centrifugal hard drive - it's discus of memory and memory of history. All the places
Cherry

Susan makes me think of something

There was enough room for a sparrow to perch in the waiter’s earlobe. A sparrow, its ears burning, flew in through the back door, bounced on the windows, and then left.
Cherry

Distances in distances

I had boring dreams the night before we met. Seagulls were stunt kites shaped like seagulls. Meanwhile, outside the dream: the roof coughed up slate, a mad gate did its nut, unhinged.
Cherry

Breakfast

Give me your hand, my dear, dip your fingers in to this bowl of tepid porridge. Close your eyes.
Cherry

The Gambler

He lets women spin through his mind. Blurred at first, the reel slows – a cherry, a seven, then stops at Maria from the library.

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