Jack Cade

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StoryHydromage Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryIf this is how it is done Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHot Gin Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
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StoryH ~ To Tip Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI - Prayer before bedding girl Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ ~ I must have loved Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryH ~ Jill reminds me of Trish Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI ~ Adam, who appears Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ - Food and thorns Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryH ~ The Traitor Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI - Chalk Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ - The contempt of some old men Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryH - The poet protests against war Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI - Lessons in fire Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ ~ My bedroom the cemetery Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryH ~ Ardent hungry layabout Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI - The dealer Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHey Jove Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryGoddammit, Karl Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ ~ Girl tiga huntin Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryHouses, Houses, Everywhere, but not a Shed to Rent Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryI - The flasher episode Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago
StoryJ - An Emperor's second-hand rag Jack Cade012 years 3 months ago

My stories

1/5 a) - A Very Short Essay on Poetry

Wrot at work, between whingeing about things.

Rendezvous with Unknown

Cut-price sun. Bank Holiday in the Public Gardens. Every green is a bulb, spiderwebbed with filament. The light between leaves too easily mistaken for the morse-flash of lenses. The fountain is a mossy, black candle

Skin

He's rumbled sifting through everyone's post, just for fun, his fingers catching envelopes like gecko tongues, rattling the little brass door of his mailbox, out the other end (the sorting room,

Two Letters to the Editor

In response to the latest debate about gangs of drunk Godzillas and Mothras roaming through the country.

The Entire Plot of a Genuine East African Feature Flick

A noble, jungle-dwelling loner goes giddy for the princess of a local village, whose father, bedecked in a headdress that compels doorway ducking, is the 'no daughter of mine' type

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