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StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (1/2) Lem32 months 3 weeks ago
StoryTwelve Plastic Chairs (2/2) Lem32 months 3 weeks ago
StoryFoulweather Friends Lem81 year 10 months ago
Blog entryREADING EVENT - THANK YOU! insertponceyfre...222 years 5 months ago
Blog entry'Feeding the Sea' by ABCTales writer Lem insertponceyfre...22 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Vessel Overflows Lem63 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTHIRTY YEARS YOUNG Lem43 years 9 months ago
StoryBlack Night Sonnet Lem23 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Good Mood Lem33 years 9 months ago
StoryTales from the Psych Ward - Part 1 Lem155 years 4 months ago
StoryI Appreciate The Daisies Lem45 years 7 months ago
StoryGirls Lem06 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Well Lem06 years 8 months ago
StoryHappy You Have Her Lem07 years 1 month ago
StorySummer Storm Lem37 years 3 months ago
StoryLife Lines Lem27 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Words Will Not Be Tamed Lem18 years 1 month ago
StoryThoughts from the 29th Floor Lem18 years 4 months ago
StoryShe Does Not Want Our Pity Lem18 years 4 months ago
StoryFor Your Sake Lem08 years 5 months ago
StoryFade Lem08 years 5 months ago
StoryNadir Lem08 years 6 months ago
Story25 Lem08 years 6 months ago
StoryFragile Lem18 years 7 months ago
StorySleep Is For The Weak Lem18 years 7 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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