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StoryElegy to Ka Channthy, Khmer Rock Star JamesF02 years 1 month ago
StoryLosing You JamesF02 years 1 month ago
StoryEmpty Highway Home JamesF02 years 1 month ago
StoryOdds JamesF02 years 7 months ago
StoryFlowers From a Book JamesF32 years 8 months ago
StoryCrawling Back JamesF02 years 8 months ago
StoryDiamond Mine JamesF02 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Last Days of 'Seventeen JamesF22 years 10 months ago
StorySouthend, 1976 Philip Sidney213 years 1 week ago
StorySecond Wind JamesF03 years 1 month ago
StoryInferno JamesF43 years 2 months ago
StoryFading JamesF43 years 3 months ago
StoryInertia JamesF03 years 3 months ago
StorySkylight JamesF04 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA New King To Rule Them All JamesF14 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Haunting JamesF04 years 2 weeks ago
StoryConfessions Before Leaving JamesF24 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Union That Died For Us JamesF04 years 4 months ago
StoryColouring in the Gaps JamesF04 years 5 months ago
StoryAs Time Taught Me JamesF14 years 5 months ago
StoryA Calm JamesF24 years 8 months ago
StoryAt the beach JamesF44 years 8 months ago
StoryAsking the Right Questions JamesF05 years 3 months ago
StoryNew Dawn JamesF25 years 3 months ago
StoryDeserted JamesF05 years 6 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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