Kilb50
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Call that Poetry | Silver Spun Sand | 25 | 16 years 3 months ago |
| Story | New Jersey Neighbors | nicola6 | 1 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | In view of this week's Inspiration Point... | tcook | 7 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Desperate Love | tarashannon | 3 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Miss Carstairs Receives News From The Front | Kilb50 | 4 | 16 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | Inappropriate Happiness, a novel. | tom_saunders | 4 | 16 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Roundabouts and Roses | Silver Spun Sand | 17 | 16 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Auntie Edna's Pie | shirtstuff | 12 | 16 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Dr Crippen's Transcendental Sushi Bar | Kilb50 | 6 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Married Couple Now Waiting To Depart | Kilb50 | 5 | 16 years 10 months ago |
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My stories
A Scriptual Geologist And His Daughter Admire The Malvern Hills
Today young earth is bathed in His best gold the warm hillocks shaped by Creation and Flood - perfect arcs and angel-trees moulded by His own hand. The earth is a reflection
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Afternoons In The Love Museum
The sleeping head of a hanged drayman preserved in a bell jar. The ghost of his wife stares through glass, the dusty crevices of the building heavy with age,
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Childhood's End
Adam strapped in the patient's chair, a sugar-coated phial loaded between his teeth. Dr Wu drilling key-holes into soft crowns of skull, injects fizzy sherbert
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Voyager
(i) Voyager in his long coat and valance hat uncovering the caulked boat among the reeds. Like a sodden cardinal he unfolds the blade, hides it within the binding of his pouch.
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A Tea Box, A Medal, A Bullet and A Bone
The house when he returned was a foxhole without trees, the soft bed made-up by my grandmother a lazy pool coaxing him to death. He slept on the floor, ate his meals
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