Kathy Bury

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StoryCROSSING THE VOID Kathy Bury013 years 1 month ago
CollectionBITS AND PIECES OF WORK Kathy Bury013 years 1 month ago
CollectionLIFE IN THE SLOW LANE Kathy Bury013 years 1 month ago
StoryPINNOCHIO - TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryMIRROR MEDITATION Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StorySIZE MATTERS Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryRETRIBUTION Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryROAD TO RUIN - THE SEQUAL Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE ROAD TO RUIN Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryHOLY HALLELUJAH CONDOMS Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryI NEED TO HEAR THE SPARROWS FART Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryIN A CAR PARK - MUSING Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryFUNCTIONING PSYCHOPATHS Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryGAY AFGHANS AND FLYING GOATS Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago
StoryFROM GREEN TO AMBER TO RED, AND BACK AGAIN Kathy Bury013 years 3 months ago

My stories

CROSSING THE VOID

She shimmered and dissolved into a cloud of fluorescent particles, her anger affecting her ability to control Substance

RETRIBUTION

His eyes are open and milky in death, but there is still a beseeching quality as they are directed toward his outstretched hands. Blood has congealed at the back of his head, a trickle, frozen in time, down the side of his face. A strong handsome face, of a middle aged man. Dressed for the outdoors, strong boots, all weather clothing.

I NEED TO HEAR THE SPARROWS FART

"Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, 'cause there's bugger all down here".

GAY AFGHANS AND FLYING GOATS

"We were pretty shocked," Marine Fletcher said

ROAD TO RUIN - THE SEQUAL

I rest my case. We are like lambs to the slaughter.

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