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StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (1/2) Lem37 months 2 weeks ago
StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (2/2) Lem37 months 3 weeks ago
StoryFoulweather Friends Lem82 years 3 months ago
Blog entryREADING EVENT - THANK YOU! insertponceyfre...222 years 10 months ago
Blog entry'Feeding the Sea' by ABCTales writer Lem insertponceyfre...22 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Vessel Overflows Lem63 years 5 months ago
StoryTHIRTY YEARS YOUNG Lem44 years 2 months ago
StoryBlack Night Sonnet Lem24 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Good Mood Lem34 years 2 months ago
StoryTales from the Psych Ward - Part 1 Lem155 years 9 months ago
StoryI Appreciate The Daisies Lem46 years 1 week ago
StoryGirls Lem06 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Well Lem07 years 1 month ago
StoryHappy You Have Her Lem07 years 6 months ago
StorySummer Storm Lem37 years 8 months ago
StoryLife Lines Lem27 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Words Will Not Be Tamed Lem18 years 6 months ago
StoryThoughts from the 29th Floor Lem18 years 8 months ago
StoryShe Does Not Want Our Pity Lem18 years 8 months ago
StoryFor Your Sake Lem08 years 10 months ago
StoryFade Lem08 years 10 months ago
StoryNadir Lem08 years 11 months ago
Story25 Lem08 years 11 months ago
StoryFragile Lem18 years 11 months ago
StorySleep Is For The Weak Lem18 years 12 months ago

My stories

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Twelve Plastic Chairs (2/2)

A big brash man with a deep organic tan clumps in, shod in work boots. He drops his bulk into a mid-row seat with a force that makes its legs screech...
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Twelve Plastic Chairs (1/2)

The messages keep piling up in my inbox, a smattering of love across social media. How are you doing? Hey, let’s Skype! Saw this and thought of you...
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Foulweather Friends

It is six minutes to twelve when I arrive at the psychiatric outpatient clinic. It is almost mid-December. The florist at the end of my street is...
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Poem of the week

The Vessel Overflows

Sadness lives in my shoulders. I have long housed it there, as worry chose the stomach for itself. There isn’t much of me, my mortal shell. Five feet...
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THIRTY YEARS YOUNG

When I got back to Frankfurt after the Christmas holidays, I sat down at my desk – only the second piece of flat-pack furniture I’d ever assembled,...
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