Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 2 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 9 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 1 week ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 4 months ago

My stories

Life is like a leather bicycle seat

Life is like a leather bicycle seat

Harvey’s: Lullaby…

Harvey, Harvey, drives a red, Ferrari… Around; St. Peters Square. Eating an apple or a pear He really, really, doesn’t care. He’ll drive it right around there—I swear…!

The path of a six year old believer!

Love, in absence Where did “He” go? Out for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes Or to join the latest cabaret, pantomime show. Who amongst us would know? Didn’t “He” say his love?

The winner’s line!

Let us cruise death like a car Out of control Short on every bend Like a time limit you’ll Never befriend Red light broken, fender What is still avoidable? What is there left to pretend

The path of a believer

Love in absences Where did He go? For a pack of cigarette’s Who amongst would still know? He said his love Would be eternal But, it was just another Cyanide pill; banal.

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