andrew-evans
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | I wish i had the right words | andrew-evans | 1 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Never ever | andrew-evans | 2 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | My First Poem | 04greevesj | 5 | 14 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Whole | andrew-evans | 4 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Overlooked | andrew-evans | 2 | 15 years 1 week ago |
| Story | My new age pen pal | andrew-evans | 4 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | An Incident on the Line | Silver Spun Sand | 22 | 15 years 3 months ago |
| Story | My shadow | andrew-evans | 6 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Suicide IS murder | andrew-evans | 4 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | First kiss | andrew-evans | 6 | 16 years 4 months ago |
My stories
Life in the balance
It's so beautiful up here way above the concrete jungle of the modern day, above the hussle and bussle of day to day living, a world where there's no forgiving where every man woman and child
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The real reflection (alternate ending)
The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees
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The real reflection
The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees
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A man's finest hour (take 1)
Tunnel vision the iron mask infront of his eyes the helmet snug on his head, 60 minutes of brutal work, constant running, knees ache, thighs ache, calves ache, hamstrings ache,
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The drunken ramblings of a bearded man
Staggered walk and squint vision it was clear he was at the point of no recolition, heavy smell of rum on his breath and his teeth stained brown, and as he turned round he mumbled,
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