Cy Forrest

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryBarking (poem first published in Krax 1999) Cy Forrest19 years 1 day ago
Story…in 25 minutes (poem first published in Iota 54, Spring 2001) Cy Forrest09 years 1 day ago
StoryClass Based Analysis (poem first published in Iota 51, Autumn 2000) Cy Forrest09 years 1 day ago
CollectionWhat You Will See - Poetry (first published by Gatto 2006) Cy Forrest09 years 1 day ago
StoryWhat You Will See Cy Forrest09 years 2 days ago
StoryThe North Is So Much Better For Youngsters Today Cy Forrest612 years 2 months ago
CollectionThink Of A Name For It Cy Forrest012 years 2 months ago
StoryThink Of A Name For It Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryNot Your Problem Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryNobody Told the Horse Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryI Hadn't Even Started Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryGlue Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryFill Her Belly, Boy Cy Forrest012 years 4 months ago
StoryShaken Terrence Oblong1212 years 6 months ago
StoryTelescopes Cy Forrest212 years 6 months ago
StorySan Francisco & Monterey Peninsula jxmartin118 years 2 days ago
StoryThe Day I Asked Blake Morrison If He Raced Pigeons Cy Forrest1018 years 2 days ago
StoryLast Place in the Labour Party Treasure Hunt Cy Forrest218 years 2 days ago
StoryGoodnight Kiss markbrown318 years 1 week ago
StoryMe and Mickie Proofs drew_gummerson418 years 1 week ago
Forum topicGlue by Ian D Smith Noticeboard518 years 5 months ago

My stories

Fill Her Belly, Boy

“It was nice meeting you,” she said. “See you again some time.” Bernard stared at me. The barman stared at me. Everyone was fucking staring at me.
Cherry

The North Is So Much Better For Youngsters Today

A man came to fix the washing machine, and she noticed his teeth. The man said he had them inserted permanently because he’s a theatrical entertainer.
Cherry

Last Place in the Labour Party Treasure Hunt

During my time in the Labour Party, in the 1990s, there were plenty of people opposed to its rebranding. But there were also plenty of new people joining all the time.
Cherry

The Day I Asked Blake Morrison If He Raced Pigeons

The day I asked Blake Morrison if he raced pigeons, there was a bad vibe in the tiny Goldsmith’s classroom, University of London. There was no air. The windows were shut and the blinds were closed.

Think Of A Name For It

I saw a clothesline lying in foot high grass, and then I saw the back door. I found the key. I opened the door, and walked into a kitchen.

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