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CollectionElles Belles ggggareth012 years 6 months ago
CollectionRandom Bursts of Energy ggggareth012 years 6 months ago
CollectionGAW Short Stories ggggareth012 years 6 months ago
StoryWispa Sweet Nothings ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Tinted Window ggggareth412 years 7 months ago
StorySmoking Kills Your Brain Cells ggggareth112 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Cartographer's Revenge ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
StoryOn a Plate ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Devil in the Boiler ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
StoryTea ggggareth112 years 7 months ago
StoryExtra Ordinary ggggareth212 years 7 months ago
StoryEarly Morning ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
StoryFound ggggareth012 years 7 months ago
Forum topicHow? styx513 years 6 months ago
Storymy father, the carpenter bluejohn214 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicHow to Comment jennifer2214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThree Dead Twins Denzella1714 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicPoetry collection tom_saunders614 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicGoodnight, my write Kahdai515 years 9 months ago
Forum topicInappropriate Happiness, a novel. tom_saunders416 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicOutrageous plug tom_saunders816 years 4 months ago
Forum topicWhat you should and shouldn't publish 2Lou1216 years 10 months ago
Forum topicWe've been here before... Redrecon816 years 11 months ago
Forum topicCalling All Editors tcook1617 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicRoof Whirl Away a new collection tom_saunders217 years 4 months ago

My stories

Tea

I sit back, and resting on my knee is my lovely cup of tea...

Wispa Sweet Nothings

I think that it all started the day I read that book: "All men are from Mars", and so I thought I'd take a look.

Dear Sir Alex

Dear Sir Alex Ferguson, I'm writing to apply To work as your assistant; below, the reasons why:
Cherry

Boots

Boots was far from happy with the situation. He was breaking one of his own golden rules: if it didn't feel right, walk away. He stood under a 'Buses Only' sign, his hands in his Parka pockets, the hood shielding his face from the drizzle. He was wet and cold. He had been standing in exactly the same spot for about half an hour and still couldn't get the timings right. Green for about a minute and red for ' how long? Sometimes four minutes, sometimes four and a half. Such inconsistency was irksome ' and thirty seconds could be the difference between success and failure.

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