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Storyon the roof culturehero310 years 10 months ago
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Storysun catching at noon in the wild west culturehero010 years 10 months ago
Storyrainbows culturehero010 years 10 months ago
Storydifferent worlds culturehero110 years 10 months ago
StoryDerek Obama, President culturehero210 years 10 months ago
Storyfeelings of scared culturehero110 years 10 months ago
Storyfuneral culturehero010 years 10 months ago
Storyfreddie mercury, the future and me culturehero010 years 10 months ago
Storythe house by the sea pt. 3: mad tom culturehero211 years 9 months ago
Forum topicIn view of this week's Inspiration Point... tcook714 years 4 months ago
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Forum topicThe Year in Films mikepyro3116 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

quite a woman

The cloud was thick and stifling around their grief and they each clutched a handful of earth and threw it into the grave; it fell like hail but in...
Cherry

the symbols of non-christmas

The weeks around Christmas were the worst, he had found, the very sludge of life. He purchased several bottles of the cheapest Advocaat and for...

the hirsute gentleman

The hirsute gentleman proceeded hither and yon, his great tufts emergent like ancient dismal secrets from the hemlines of his vest. He smoked despite...

think of england

He was too tired to rouse himself, and the pair of them looked pityingly down at his limp dick as still as a corpse through the split in his pyjama...

the fruiterer (fragment)

In the darkness she fell far to the bed of the male and woke swamped in its linen, the sheets earthy damp, the tang of his profuse sweat on her...

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