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Forum topicThe Year in Films mikepyro3118 years 4 months ago

My stories

Story of the week

the animal police

Johnny Mondays was fast becoming the least popular private dick in all Norwich, and he wasn’t even a private dick.
Cherry

on the roof

"Suicide!" proclaimed an animated Little Rawlings, arms extended to his either side like a pyjama-clad Christ of the industrial roofways.

funeral

Under frail skies it happened as all always happens, the funeral.
Cherry

the rise of the ants

Because she really wanted one, and because I generally like to think I’m a decent enough guy, I bought my girl an ant farm as a present last Christmas gone.

the lump

I gripped firmly at the porcelain surround of the sink. It was cold to the touch.

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