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My stories

On The Beach

I scratched your name in the sand with casual strokes of my big toe. Like I’ve done on every beach I’ve visited since we met. As I wiped cold sand...
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The Blue Hour

Today again she will flick her fag butt in the gutter and walk off down Cleveland Street in the half light. She stands under a purple umbrella,...
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The Visitor

When I killed the animal I ate its flesh and threw away the bones. I went to sleep with a contented smile on my face, despite a sore stomach. A...
Cherry

After The Parade

Glass crunched under my mum’s car tyres as her Corsa crawled up the road, which had been clean when we drove down it a few hours earlier, before the...
Cherry

The Siren's Song

As you draw me in I lie beside you, facing you on your bed as we drift off to sleep you breathe out as I breathe in your breath feels hot in my mouth. I let a small whimper escape;

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This is very well portrayed.

Posted on Mon, 01 Jun 2015

This is very well portrayed. I know a bit about OCD and the number obsessions people get, so much more common that the well worn path of obsessive cleanliness. As another reader said, just the act of reading it puts you completely into the...

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