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StoryClassic Porcine Foraging Behaviour almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter two: some people are on the park almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter twelve: samizdat almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter three: diagnosis almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter thirteen: memory lane almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter ten: interlude almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter sixteen: follow up almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter six: ready, steady, Fangio... almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter seven: Guildford Girl almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter one: research project almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter nine: Woburn Abbey almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter fourteen: labelling theory almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter four: Surrey almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter five: M.L.C. almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter fifteen: bang! bang! almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter eight: boyfriend in a coma almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storychapter 11: like a virgin almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Storycandyfloss almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
CollectionThe Bestiary of Inspector Blond almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Collectioncars don't kill people: lovers do almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
Collectionshort stories almcclimens012 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Case of the Missing Unicorn almcclimens112 years 8 months ago
StoryTransfer Talks almcclimens012 years 8 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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