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StoryThat Morning fatboy74272 years 4 months ago
StoryRibbons thanksforthepar...32 years 10 months ago
StoryThe twelve austere days of Christmas valiswaverider14 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Chauncellor thanksforthepar...04 years 1 month ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand114 years 8 months ago
StoryIsolation is the Gift Thomas Frye24 years 9 months ago
StoryOne autumn leaf (IP) Rhiannonw94 years 10 months ago
StorySeeing Clouds, Seeing Crumbs thanksforthepar...35 years 6 months ago
StoryWake Up Call sid195 years 8 months ago
Blog entryMy Baby Shot Me Down - An Anthology by Women Writers Luke Neima125 years 8 months ago
StoryWinning thanksforthepar...25 years 9 months ago
StoryThat Kensington Hotel smokejack45 years 9 months ago
StoryUnity!!! God'sPoeticChild25 years 9 months ago
StoryHere I Stand... maddie90435 years 9 months ago
StoryComplaint Bee465 years 9 months ago
StoryHeadline: It's Official You can Batter a Burglar thanksforthepar...125 years 11 months ago
StoryResonance thanksforthepar...25 years 11 months ago
StoryNotes on the State of Adult Social Care - 1. The Standard High Backed Chair; Adjustable - Without Wings thanksforthepar...45 years 11 months ago
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Storywedding rings & religious emblem necklaces delapruch16 years 4 days ago
StoryHer 64th boyfriend lavadis186 years 4 days ago
StorySo the Story goes thanksforthepar...66 years 2 weeks ago
Storymother had an artist delapruch56 years 1 month ago
StoryThird Line Syndrome blighters rock46 years 1 month ago
StoryPunk Nirvana_ophelia56 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Ribbons

She's been popping them out for thirty odd years She's out in the street, gone and her feet are cut to ribbons.

The Chauncellor

He's round the back smoking crack with underage girls Writing heartache manifestos we'll roll up our sleeves and say “bloody” smiling on production lines holding up his little red box.
Cherry

Seeing Clouds, Seeing Crumbs

I see bleached dry bones; picked clean by wild dogs the valley echoes with their howls

Winning

Love is fierce, a fire. Can you feel it burning you? The dictionary tells me that love is; a strong feeling of affection for another person; a...

Resonance

For jarring fascinating minutes. It was in my ribs. Your voice, the bench, my bones.

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