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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Cocks | aimeewilkinson | 1 | 12 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Close Your Eyes and You Can See the Universe | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 3 months ago |
| Story | At the Fair | aimeewilkinson | 1 | 12 years 3 months ago |
| Collection | Kelly | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Collection | Consequences | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Silence of Consequences | aimeewilkinson | 1 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Night Crawling | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Scratchs of Hope | aimeewilkinson | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Misplaced Vengeance | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Thearpy | aimeewilkinson | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Santa's Cookies | aimeewilkinson | 4 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Last Place | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Past Regret | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Dumping Carrots | aimeewilkinson | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
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The Silence of Consequences
A pool of black blood gathered at the crook of her neck. Her face, lined with a diary of age, stared up at him with unseeing eyes. A tuft of her white hair clung to his fingers.
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- 807 reads
Night Crawling
The car is a volcano of smoke. Matt hands me the spliff and turns onto the high street. Streetlights pass above us like fireflies. The tip is moist but I inhale deeply.
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- 689 reads
Dumping Carrots
You take your average severed finger, place it inside a convenience salad box, wrapped up in a bed of shredded lettuce leaves for company. You send it on its way.
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- 657 reads
Scratchs of Hope
One of these days she will win back all the sacrifices she gave throughout her life. She will win back her lost years and her forgotten home.
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- 941 reads
Cocks
In unity the crowd shouts as a flurry of wings erupts in the air. The cocks come down at each other, feathers erect, wings crackling.
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- 862 reads