Steve Button
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Water Table | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In A Cafe, After The Orangerie | Steve Button | 8 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Between the lines | seafret | 5 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The hunt | seafret | 9 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Art Of Being A TV Critic | Steve Button | 5 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Laying In | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Benighted marriage | Beeme | 19 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Imperceptible | shoe | 16 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Loitering | Steve Button | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Mystery | rae1 | 3 | 15 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Wolfman | Steve Button | 2 | 15 years 10 months ago |
My stories
On A Sunday Walk
An eruption of geese came yelling off the pond as if a bomb had dropped. Too soon for migration, more like a gang-fight or playground ruck, low and startled, almost in touching range,
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A Meeting
Fumbling fog-blind through the woods I felt a heavy shift, a movement nearby pacing me to its own rythmn. Wrapped in thick grey nothingness a breathing thing waiting now.
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- 3970 reads
Yellowstone
Shoveling snow from abandoned rooftops in Yellowstone would do me. That kind of raptured loneliness, wrapped in a blank white silence, the world a crisp new page
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- 3016 reads
Fishing
A grey heron the dagger of his beak poised above the shimmer of the inlet, poised to detect the glimmer of scales, enquiring of the murk beneath. This lone moment
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- 2448 reads
Prague
I stumbled across a gutted storefront, empty except for a hundred legs propped or lying useless and wondered if the mannequin bodies standing somewhere else could feel their missing limbs
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- 1812 reads