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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Tweed | camilla | 1 | 18 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Morning in Calais | The Chosen One | 1 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | Where to comment? | Daffni | 9 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Review #3: “Gretel’s Biscuits” by Spack | Brooklands | 3 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Ordering Room Service | mcmanaman | 1 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | This Time Of Year | crush | 3 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Weather pattern | Yutka | 1 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Seinfeld Chronicles | mcmanaman | 1 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Day I Asked Blake Morrison If He Raced Pigeons | Cy Forrest | 10 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Foucault | hejira j | 1 | 18 years 4 months ago |
| Story | OK Alone | crush | 15 | 18 years 4 months ago |
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the emptiness
there is an emptiness at the bottom; at the end of every beginning. there is an emptiness.
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the sounds of music
notes tumble and slide like waterfalls in their youth. it is the sound of calling, back, to the knowledge of milleniums.
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walking the dog
He brought my dog back, so i thanked him, scruffy little thing, cocky as the three crows standing there tormenting Pete.
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