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StoryDarling, Secret Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD ~ Water Lilies Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
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StoryD - Nilesh V parks several roads Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD - The last hours of July 1st Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD - Performing in the absence of light Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD - Communique Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD - A Thousand Fingers &; Mouths Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryD - Come into the light, Assassin Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCup of earth 13/08/03 Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCoup D'Etat of the Dead Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCornish Sonnet III Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCornish Sonnet II: Old Mining VIllage Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCornish Sonnet I Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryConsequences Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryConservatory rain Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCompetition synopsis Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCoat Angel of Death Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryCitizens! Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
StoryChoose Your Own Adventure Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago
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StoryCaligula On Capri Jack Cade012 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Day 28 - Why I want to be a Famous Poet

I'd tolerate others' neediness and weaknesses with the sympathy and gentlemanly manner of a person within one month's reach of a skiing holiday...

Day 26 - Another Person's Boudoir

First thing I notice is the used condom, slug-tailed over the chilly rim of a champagne bucket. This is pretty classy. The curtain-rail has sunk in the centre. It is a wall-mounted longbow.
Cherry

Day 21 - Sunday

Water is cut by the misty runway of a pochard taking off

Day 25 - His misery began and ended with his moustache

The morning he looked the mirror in the eye and did not shave he dropped the whole bag of sugar onto his bowl, catapulting a slalom of milk over his neck and shirt.

Day 23 - Coming For Me

The diagram of red lights playing on the ceiling - some devil mark, some curse? Like Germanicus finding a slaughtered hen stowed beneath loose floor tiles,

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