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StoryParty On Folks! ( I. P. ) skinner_jennifer1015 years 2 months ago
StorySeeking Help oldpesky2215 years 2 months ago
StoryOde to a Wheelie bin nannabot615 years 2 months ago
StoryWebbed Feet alphabet floozy415 years 2 months ago
StoryLash of Lallans well-wisher615 years 2 months ago
StorySpring Hourhouse415 years 2 months ago
Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2415 years 10 months ago
StoryI Don’t Get Leonard Cohen Dynamaso1516 years 2 months ago
StoryMourning Thoughts Dynamaso1216 years 2 months ago
StoryYou are who you are Beeme1116 years 2 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov516 years 2 months ago
StoryForgetful mikepyro216 years 10 months ago
Forum topicWord Surge poetjude6016 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Appliance Of Science Mangone3217 years 2 months ago
Forum topicCock Up. styx317 years 2 months ago
Forum topicFIlms Cooper King917 years 2 months ago
Forum topicI feel published! threeleafshamrock417 years 3 months ago
StoryParadise mikepyro417 years 3 months ago
StoryMODEL BEHAVIOUR Dynamaso617 years 3 months ago
StoryTime and time again Dynamaso1217 years 3 months ago
Forum topicNot Exactly Copying Yazmin717 years 4 months ago
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Forum topic06.02.09 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook12017 years 4 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

Bob the Tumor (2 of 4)

(the story of a man and his talking tumor) Part 2: Mike undergoes chemo / Mike asks out Sam
Cherry

Bob the Tumor (1 of 4)

(Script that became my film entry into this year's Sundance Film Festival) Part 1: Mike meets Bob / Mike visits doctor
Cherry

The Yellow Sheets

Mud rises up around the heel of my boot with every step, soaking to the frayed ties before sinking back into the prints left behind. Beneath the mud there comes the heads of the sheets.
Cherry

My Father Was Buried

My father was buried today. It was a quiet affair. The buildup to the ceremony wasn’t particularly suspenseful for we’d been expecting it some time.
Cherry

Charlie

“Have you been drinking again, Mr. Barrow?” “A little.” “How much?” “Enough.” Eyes red. Shining. Clock ticks behind.

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