Jack Cade

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My stories

Searching for the Title to my Magnum Opus

I had to have a go at an abecedary. I had to. I wrote a Transformers one as well. Shout if you want it.
Cherry

Formalities

Surprised by a visit from the tea-black priest with white-white teeth, who yarred about God, with seedlings of sweat on his forehead while our bags were rifled through for 'contraband' and we three squatted at the roadside.
Cherry

Pub Whisper

A bag lady takes the last seat at a table. She asks for a light, profers cigarettes but no one there is a smoker.

Helen and the Hours of Death

This is intended to be a modern-day gothic story. It's the first long-ish piece of prose I've written in a while, and help in de-creakifying it would be really swell. Just over 2,500 words - takes about five minutes to read.
Cherry

I Have a Kind of Midas Touch

No one died in the first twenty years of my life. No one I knew, anyway.

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