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StoryPolenta lenchenelf513 years 1 month ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 1 month ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2513 years 1 month ago
StoryNotes on a Long-Haul Flight MistakenMagic1913 years 1 month ago
StoryFive Instances of Water and Memory Kilb50613 years 2 months ago
Forum topicThe Grapes of Wrath karl_wiggins1113 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Family and Other Animals MistakenMagic3013 years 2 months ago
StoryHanging out with our Feathered Friends skinner_jennifer1513 years 2 months ago
StoryConceptus shoe813 years 2 months ago
StoryAlice jolono2713 years 2 months ago
Storybottle blue JupiterMoon213 years 2 months ago
StoryToxic seashore3013 years 2 months ago
StoryChapter Three: Laura maggyvaneijk1513 years 2 months ago
StoryI Dreamt Denzella1813 years 2 months ago
StoryReasons Silver Spun Sand3413 years 2 months ago
StoryThe bar Parson Thru1813 years 2 months ago
StorySoftly Chimes the Bell... Silver Spun Sand2013 years 2 months ago
StoryCurtains. ScoZen3013 years 2 months ago
StoryWednesday Morning Part 1 Parson Thru513 years 2 months ago
StoryWednesday Morning Part 2 Parson Thru813 years 2 months ago
StoryCrazy Little Thing Called Love Silver Spun Sand2013 years 2 months ago
StorySpirit of the Shaman A Waterfall of Dreams skinner_jennifer1613 years 2 months ago
StorySilk road shoe813 years 2 months ago
StoryThe World Turns lenchenelf1513 years 2 months ago
StoryCirque d'Obscene Parson Thru1613 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Lindsay

I don’t know why, Lindsay, but last night, smoking in the stone cloisters of the quadrangle, I thought of you.
Cherry

Always Summer

I read John Le Carré below the beams of a converted farmhouse, under the arm of rural France. Light filtered in through the slats of painted wooden shutters,
Cherry

Reading at the Lowe Library

Here, the sunset hangs like strips of ripened honeycomb, dripping fire onto the sill.
Cherry

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Written on a platform at Durham train station, 21/01/11. I don't ever want to feel like this again.
Cherry

We're All Mad Here

There's a girl at the table to my right, curled up in her chair and retreating into a bottle-green hoody like a snail. She must be at least my age, yet she's clutching a soft toy penguin.

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