MistakenMagic

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StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic211 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPresidential Address MistakenMagic1111 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPublished by United Press Ltd! MistakenMagic2211 years 11 months ago
Forum topicDurham! MistakenMagic3611 years 11 months ago
Forum topicI got a commended in Foyle Young Poets Competition!!! MistakenMagic1211 years 11 months ago
CollectionWho's Afraid of Pablo Neruda? MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
CollectionThe Shadow Cycle MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
CollectionConversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
CollectionBirds, Bees and Butteflies MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
CollectionThe Poet Who Fell in Love MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
StoryWriter's Block MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Day the Poetry Stopped MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Condemned MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis Prison MistakenMagic112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRain in July MistakenMagic112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Softest Music MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMoving On MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis Business MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StorySomewhere Only We Know MistakenMagic112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStar Struck MistakenMagic212 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHospital Bed Diaries MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryInsomnia MistakenMagic112 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFallen Angel MistakenMagic312 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEuphoria MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEnigma MistakenMagic012 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Gold cherry

The Immaculate Accident

It's the morning after the night before, and Nicola's world becomes all the more surreal when she finds her one night stand's teenage brother helping himself to breakfast in the apartment.
Cherry

And Other Acts of Masochism

Cool fingers tread carefully on my skin, circling the black hole of my navel. And those eyes are suspended above me like two strange stars in the murky galaxy of my bedroom.
Cherry

The Last Liberal Democrat

I understood that Grandpa had been a militant Liberal Democrat who would have painted himself yellow and run naked though the streets of Shipley for the cause.
Cherry

Thank God I Didn’t Inherit My Father’s Nose

Just an archetypal, middle-class life with a dark-haired lawyer husband who looks remarkably like Ed Stoppard... OK, maybe an accountant who looks like Martin Freeman.
Cherry

A Study in South Street

I know where I want to live when I grow up.

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