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StoryThe Alchemist rokkitnite44 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Justice League gristo58 years 3 months ago
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StoryCome to Peterborough! gristo012 years 6 days ago
StoryChapter 2 - The Academy and Daniel Stone gristo012 years 6 days ago
StoryChapter 1 - The Sentinel and the Kingpin gristo112 years 6 days ago
StoryCalming influence gristo512 years 6 days ago
StoryBy numbers gristo412 years 6 days ago
StoryBrandon's Party gristo312 years 6 days ago
Storybottled gristo312 years 6 days ago
StoryBlonde Butterfly gristo112 years 6 days ago
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StoryBad Blood and The Post office gristo012 years 1 week ago
StoryBack seat music gristo112 years 1 week ago
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StoryAn ode to my ipod gristo112 years 1 week ago
StoryAll Apologies gristo612 years 1 week ago
StoryAlchemist gristo312 years 1 week ago
StoryA message worth inking out gristo512 years 1 week ago
Story'It just isn't right to talk to your bike!' gristo012 years 1 week ago
Story'A teacher, eh?' gristo1212 years 1 week ago
CollectionShetland Boy gristo012 years 1 week ago
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CollectionDead Poets gristo012 years 1 week ago

My stories

you are the hottest of all of the gingers

This is a ridiculously silly piece for a friend who thought her red hair wasn't very attractive. I kin dof got carried away with it and I must apologise for some of the rhymes :)

Hermaness

When darkness has pulled its hood over the hills And the pulse of the wind is your only companion I’ll still be about, on the edge of your vision A kiss on the quiet beneath your cagoule
Cherry

Nathan the hero - Chapter 1

Every morning it was there, waiting for the people of Peterborough as they woke up. A thick marshmallow blanket, tucked deep into the city.
Cherry

It's really F-ing cold

This is a bit of an odd one.
Cherry

Alchemist

One night, believing myself big enough, I crept out of bed to neck my Father’s mouthwash. The mixture ripped my throat, Leapt from mouth and nose

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