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StoryClassic Porcine Foraging Behaviour almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter two: some people are on the park almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter twelve: samizdat almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter three: diagnosis almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter thirteen: memory lane almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter ten: interlude almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter sixteen: follow up almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter six: ready, steady, Fangio... almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter seven: Guildford Girl almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter one: research project almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter nine: Woburn Abbey almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter fourteen: labelling theory almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter four: Surrey almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter five: M.L.C. almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter fifteen: bang! bang! almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter eight: boyfriend in a coma almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storychapter 11: like a virgin almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Storycandyfloss almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
CollectionThe Bestiary of Inspector Blond almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Collectioncars don't kill people: lovers do almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
Collectionshort stories almcclimens011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Case of the Missing Unicorn almcclimens112 years 6 days ago
StoryTransfer Talks almcclimens012 years 6 days 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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