Jack Cade

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StoryK - Your lover is a cripple Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryK - Hi ho Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHydromancy Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryIt begins to rain Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryGrimes Graves Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHeathenry Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHere's One To Try Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHelen and the Hours of Death Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI Have a Kind of Midas Touch Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryIceman Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHunt for Killer Cowboy Builder Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI identify swallows Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHarriet Just Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI Want To Be A Spy Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHats Off Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryInheritance Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHats Off, Gentlemen Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI've been having these dreams Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryGheist Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHats Off Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHarvest! Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJulie Burchill's 3 major axioms Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHandy guide to 6 young Norwich writers Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI was raised from my bed today Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJonathan woke up Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago

My stories

Lull

Ruffled up ducks, squat like rugby balls, Flotillas of swans, hydroplaning downstream like their wings are mounted with propellors, or doing impressions of Tunnel of Love Boats
Cherry

The Next Day

I return from Nice, staked with fear. All the terrors of every b-movie? My scientist friend must be crazy. Is the train hot? The train is hot. Sunlight is doing a bombing run on the London of my eyes. Flashes,
Cherry

For My Villaintine

Every 14th of February, whether or not I myself must plough through drifts of scented envelopes I like to recline, with some fortified wine, and spare a rare thought, unbidden, unsought for the legions of scowl-ridden, lovelorn misanthropes.

Mountainbout

A Duntoum :)

The Meaning of OK

New Orleans fisherman hollering, "au quai" (To the Quay!) when their hulls croaked with a bellyful of fish.

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