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StoryNot again, please chelseyflood113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Last Horse chelseyflood213 years 1 month ago
StoryRoses Hovered Above Us chelseyflood113 years 1 month ago
StoryKara-Sue You Deserve Better Things chelseyflood313 years 1 month ago
StoryThe World Wants You To chelseyflood113 years 1 month ago
StoryTony chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryOur Darling Jessica chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryMaud and Joseph chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryGive My Daughter Back Her Hair! chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryImpress Me With Your Cartwheels chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryHungover and In Love (with Tutankhamun) chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryEnd of the Line chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryFrown lines and empty baskets chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryEight letters, Starting with M... chelseyflood013 years 1 month ago
StoryDon't Ask chelseyflood213 years 1 month ago
Blog entryInfinite Sky by C.J. Flood - out now! tcook413 years 3 months ago
StoryShe died I think, littleditty1013 years 4 months ago
Blog entryChelsey Flood signs major book deal tcook214 years 8 months ago
StoryMedusas chelseyflood1915 years 6 months ago
StoryOh Nuts lenchenelf515 years 10 months ago
StorySun Rise lenchenelf1216 years 4 months ago
StoryWasps chelseyflood1016 years 6 months ago
StoryShades of Blue Silver Spun Sand2216 years 8 months ago
StoryMint Sauce in the Beans chelseyflood616 years 8 months ago
StoryDon't tell mum: Part 1 chelseyflood416 years 9 months ago

My stories

Don't tell mum: Part 1

The black floor is painted with tippex and poster paints: CF loves ML, EH loves ML, KA loves ML. It is a time in our lives when we all love the same boy and there is no problem with that.
Gold cherry

Salaks, Margaritas, Juliet

She smiled, all innocent and said, “I like you too,” and I imagined all the boys that she had strung along accidentally in the history of her life.
Story of the week

Mint Sauce in the Beans

“Five minutes,” I promise and my brother asks me if that’s all I can say, and I tell him, no, that isn’t all I can say, I can say dickhead as well. Dickhead.
Story of the week

Ten things I couldn’t say to you

I imagined myself looking all gentle and infantile, snoozing as the police burst in, and I closed my eyes and waited.
Poem of the week

A Star Rises as Dean Realigns Tina’s Destiny (or Dean, Tina and Stan in Pain Triangle)

Written using only letters from the words DESPERATELY SEEKING... Tina’s pedestal is stained and yet desire lingers. Dean spits it at sky and drinks.

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