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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Cloak and Daggery | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Beach | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Asphyxiated | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Abridged | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Murky Mind | kerryb | 1 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Collection | kerryb | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Collection | Poetry | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Collection | Short Stories | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Yoga | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Waiting | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Love Is..... | kerryb | 1 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Foreteller | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Spare Room | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Modern Way | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Best Ever Story in the World | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | My Little Eye | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Stern | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Sonnet Between | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Roads by Night | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Red | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Ray's House | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | My Poor Eye | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Morning Papers | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Mind the Gap | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Poppy Field | kerryb | 0 | 13 years 3 months ago |
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Love Is.....
Love is this. Love is the end and the beginning Of our story, our memories, That we should write down and Never will.
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- 1064 reads
The Foreteller
He pulled out his hand to reveal a waxy red appendage that no longer looked his own. The blood had congealed around knuckles and had created a network map on his palms.
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- 939 reads
A Murky Mind
I was drowning. Gagging and spluttering my way up to morning through a sea of deep-sleep snot. I reached for Kleenex. Ccchuuurrrpp.
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- 1494 reads
The Spare Room
Her tired eyes looked strange above the stark white of the bleach that was rapidly lightening her moustache.
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- 828 reads
In the Dark
Mutiny it was down there last week. Darts, I said. We always play darts on a Tuesday.
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- 901 reads