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StoryTHE EXTREMELY ABRIDGED HISTORY, PRESENT & FUTURE OF PAUL ASKEW, IN FIVE DREAM SCENES. AKT1710 years 3 months ago
StoryThis Started Out a Love Song... Silver Spun Sand2010 years 3 months ago
Forum topicOne bad apple jailed alex_tomlin510 years 3 months ago
StoryIt Won't Hurt blighters rock1810 years 3 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1110 years 3 months ago
StoryWhere the Heart Won't Go L G Meadows410 years 3 months ago
StoryEchoes of an Ode Man animan710 years 3 months ago
Forum topicAre we blessed or cursed? Mangone1110 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat is the spirit? Is it real? animan310 years 4 months ago
StoryI Allow It blighters rock1310 years 5 months ago
Storykind of animan210 years 7 months ago
Storyspiritual animan1110 years 7 months ago
StorySitting in the British Library animan410 years 7 months ago
Storysleep animan410 years 7 months ago
Forum topicBBC'S Giles Brandon commented today Clive-Pearson3210 years 7 months ago
Forum topicI love ABCtales because... Savx910 years 7 months ago
Forum topicTired... Lem910 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 12 animan410 years 8 months ago
Forum topicCreating a website - any ideas? alex_tomlin510 years 8 months ago
StoryTramp animan510 years 8 months ago
StoryWas it? animan410 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 10 animan310 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 9 animan210 years 8 months ago
StoryQuite span210 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 6 animan710 years 8 months ago

My stories

She

In this shadedness from burning afternoon, I lie beside you close against the dusk beating with its rhythm feeling with abstract along the silk but took the sap of warning my other you,

aLetterToLove (IP)

… She was caught by something, out there by the river's sea, the sea's river, some pinnacle, some glint across a window, a pane, that gave her space, space to pause her walking,

The mechanics

No clear idea – no clear sense of what to say – just prowing out with fingers into the waters of the self Just going random

the times of ages

*early life* In life’s morning, when the dawn has passed and the world is becoming lit, pure sense hits; and in that brief and feeling moment, we lift our feet and

I see you

I never thought you'd do it. I never saw it coming. I never thought you'd place that in my face, that soft caress, that silence of slowing. There's nothing I can say, need say.

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