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StoryReading at the Lowe Library MistakenMagic3215 years 7 months ago
StoryForeign Country MistakenMagic2615 years 11 months ago
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StoryDock Leaf maudsy316 years 10 months ago
StoryIs This Yours? maudsy216 years 11 months ago
StoryIs This Yours? (Four) maudsy216 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Lost Post Chapter 4 The Station maudsy216 years 11 months ago
StoryGardening Leave maudsy117 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lost Post (Chapter Three) Docket and lies maudsy417 years 4 months ago
StorySwine maudsy417 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Lost Post (Chapter One) Roy maudsy217 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Clean maudsy117 years 8 months ago
StoryStray maudsy217 years 11 months ago
StoryVariable Rate maudsy218 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHalf-Light MistakenMagic718 years 3 months ago
StoryMadonna and Child maudsy118 years 4 months ago
StoryStopping Train to Hull Ewan118 years 4 months ago
StoryLitter (A play) Part 2 maudsy318 years 5 months ago
StoryLitter (A play) Part 1 maudsy218 years 6 months ago
StoryFox Hunting maudsy218 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Last Rites of Horace Tees maudsy318 years 9 months ago

My stories

The Mezzotint Chapter 3 Harriet Part 2

‘You asked me why she did it Professor. That, I’m afraid, remains unanswered. Sam was a bright little thing. She had very blonde hair and deep blue...

The Mezzotint Chapter 3 Harriet

After Creest left the village hall he decided to take the longer route home following a brook that straddled the northern perimeter of Greeven. After...

The Mezzotint Chapter 2 - Hope

Most people walk through doors - few have the doors melt around them. The latter are proprietors of bodies that simply diffuse the banality they...

The Mezzotint (Adapted from the M R James short story)

Chapter I Creest There is an old Willow tree that sits on the outskirts of Greeven that folk describe as genial. Under the urgencies of a country...

My Voice

In Mumbai and Rio Kibera and Shanxi And in Smokey Mountain From Landscapes of litter, literature rises Soulful And sweet Sounds lift from the tongue...

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