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StoryElegy to Ka Channthy, Khmer Rock Star JamesF08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLosing You JamesF08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEmpty Highway Home JamesF08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOdds JamesF08 years 6 months ago
StoryFlowers From a Book JamesF38 years 7 months ago
StoryCrawling Back JamesF08 years 7 months ago
StoryDiamond Mine JamesF08 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Last Days of 'Seventeen JamesF28 years 9 months ago
StorySouthend, 1976 Philip Sidney178 years 11 months ago
StorySecond Wind JamesF09 years 2 weeks ago
StoryInferno JamesF49 years 1 month ago
StoryFading JamesF49 years 2 months ago
StoryInertia JamesF09 years 2 months ago
StorySkylight JamesF09 years 11 months ago
StoryA New King To Rule Them All JamesF19 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Haunting JamesF09 years 11 months ago
StoryConfessions Before Leaving JamesF210 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Union That Died For Us JamesF010 years 3 months ago
StoryColouring in the Gaps JamesF010 years 4 months ago
StoryAs Time Taught Me JamesF110 years 4 months ago
StoryA Calm JamesF210 years 7 months ago
StoryAt the beach JamesF410 years 7 months ago
StoryAsking the Right Questions JamesF011 years 2 months ago
StoryNew Dawn JamesF211 years 2 months ago
StoryDeserted JamesF011 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

All on Red

You used to say I should put it on red, I often imagined placing my chips there on the green baize, disregarding care, nothing mattered in any shape...
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Catching My Parents at It

Seven years old, I wake from a nightmare and creep toward Mum and Dad’s door, where a kind of sound emanates, loud, the kind I have never heard...

The Storm

Its appearance paused any thoughts that we were smarter than anyone or any invention. Created to make us grateful, we wished to improve the future of...

Igniting the Ignorant

Where are we headed? You asked the other day, said I couldn’t possibly answer that question, that maybe I didn’t want to, why would I? You stung me...
Gold cherry

Prelude to a Storm

How ironic – the storm starts just after you leave hospital, going back to attending to the petals in your small garden, and your tiny Yorkshire...
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