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StoryPunarvasu Raventongue413 years 8 months ago
StoryLove, Eggs, Phonebooks batteriesfeelin...313 years 8 months ago
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StoryMoving On a Better Man Edenfalls913 years 8 months ago
StoryJulian asks about Water jolono1013 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Big Day Ashbee213 years 8 months ago
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StoryMe and my washing-machine head blighters rock1413 years 8 months ago
StoryThe three little pigs Geoffrey213 years 8 months ago
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StoryI suppose I have a dream Parson Thru1513 years 8 months ago
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StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1113 years 8 months ago
Forum topicWhere do I go now? (Getting published and all that nonsense) MaliciousMudkip1813 years 8 months ago
StoryThe rain... position 1. alphadog1413 years 9 months ago
StoryTRAILER SHADES AFTER MIDNIGHT m a white313 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Devil's Golf Course. cpyoung713 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Kissing Moon hudsonmoon613 years 9 months ago
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StoryDeep Blue Darkness AllyKat413 years 9 months ago
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Cherry

A Word to the Wiseguy - Part 10 - A Craven Danger Mystery

The hypnotist asked the participants on stage if they would close their eyes and think of a favorite childhood pastime.

A Word to the Wiseguy - Part 8 - A Craven Danger Mystery

In the trunk of a yellow Mercedes convertible coupe there slept a man who should have minded his own business.
Cherry

A Word to the Wiseguy - Part 7 - A Craven Danger Mystery

Craven Danger hopped into the backseat of Sidney Green’s taxi, and squeezed in between Betty and Judy, neither of whom would give up their window seat. “We get car sick,” said Betty.

Ben and Sylvia

Ben and Sylvia Porter were in the back seat of their ‘57 Chevy. They were seventy six years of age and celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

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