MistakenMagic

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StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic210 years 8 months ago
Forum topicPresidential Address MistakenMagic1110 years 8 months ago
Forum topicPublished by United Press Ltd! MistakenMagic2210 years 8 months ago
Forum topicDurham! MistakenMagic3610 years 8 months ago
Forum topicI got a commended in Foyle Young Poets Competition!!! MistakenMagic1210 years 8 months ago
CollectionWho's Afraid of Pablo Neruda? MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
CollectionThe Shadow Cycle MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
CollectionConversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
CollectionBirds, Bees and Butteflies MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
CollectionThe Poet Who Fell in Love MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
StoryWriter's Block MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Day the Poetry Stopped MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Condemned MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryThis Prison MistakenMagic110 years 10 months ago
StoryRain in July MistakenMagic110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Softest Music MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryMoving On MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryThis Business MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StorySomewhere Only We Know MistakenMagic110 years 10 months ago
StoryStar Struck MistakenMagic210 years 10 months ago
StoryHospital Bed Diaries MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryInsomnia MistakenMagic110 years 10 months ago
StoryFallen Angel MistakenMagic310 years 10 months ago
StoryEuphoria MistakenMagic010 years 10 months ago
StoryEnigma MistakenMagic010 years 10 months 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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