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StoryJasper in the Sun Richard L. Prov...313 years 1 day ago
StoryParty On Folks! ( I. P. ) skinner_jennifer1013 years 1 day ago
StorySeeking Help oldpesky2213 years 1 day ago
StoryOde to a Wheelie bin nannabot613 years 1 day ago
StoryWebbed Feet alphabet floozy413 years 1 day ago
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Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2413 years 8 months ago
StoryI Don’t Get Leonard Cohen Dynamaso1513 years 12 months ago
StoryMourning Thoughts Dynamaso1213 years 12 months ago
StoryYou are who you are Beeme1113 years 12 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov514 years 10 hours ago
StoryForgetful mikepyro214 years 8 months ago
Forum topicWord Surge poetjude6014 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Appliance Of Science Mangone3214 years 12 months ago
Forum topicCock Up. styx315 years 9 hours ago
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Forum topicI feel published! threeleafshamrock415 years 1 month ago
StoryParadise mikepyro415 years 1 month ago
StoryMODEL BEHAVIOUR Dynamaso615 years 1 month ago
StoryTime and time again Dynamaso1215 years 1 month ago
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Forum topic06.02.09 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook12015 years 2 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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