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StoryClassic Porcine Foraging Behaviour almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter two: some people are on the park almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter twelve: samizdat almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter three: diagnosis almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter thirteen: memory lane almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter ten: interlude almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter sixteen: follow up almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter six: ready, steady, Fangio... almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter seven: Guildford Girl almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter one: research project almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter nine: Woburn Abbey almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter fourteen: labelling theory almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter four: Surrey almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter five: M.L.C. almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter fifteen: bang! bang! almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter eight: boyfriend in a coma almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storychapter 11: like a virgin almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Storycandyfloss almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
CollectionThe Bestiary of Inspector Blond almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Collectioncars don't kill people: lovers do almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
Collectionshort stories almcclimens012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Case of the Missing Unicorn almcclimens112 years 11 months ago
StoryTransfer Talks almcclimens012 years 11 months ago

My stories

chapter fourteen: labelling theory

I was unpacking when a knock at the door interrupted my ruminations. I’d just got back from somewhere or other and was a bit distracted. I opened the door. There was a police woman there.
Cherry

chapter thirteen: memory lane

It had been three months and we still hadn’t exchanged any form of communication, as per the anti social behaviour order. Three months. Ok, so I had reduced the obsessive compulsive stuff.

chapter twelve: samizdat

The sky was growing darker and the road beckoned. Lit with embers of fire the late hour turned the western horizon the colour of blood. I didn't know how long I could just sit there and take it.

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