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StoryTrouble Ahead Blues (compilation) smokejack21 year 11 months ago
Story1970s Photograph smokejack21 year 11 months ago
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StoryThe Mirror in front of you smokejack02 years 2 months ago
StoryOxford Ball in June smokejack02 years 2 months ago
StorySo Close to Christmas smokejack12 years 7 months ago
StoryOld and Grey smokejack22 years 8 months ago
StoryFriendship can be a Foe smokejack52 years 9 months ago
StoryCountryside (spoiled) smokejack32 years 9 months ago
StoryLittle England smokejack22 years 9 months ago
StoryA Trip of Trepidation smokejack12 years 12 months ago
StoryDisco Love smokejack13 years 3 months ago

My stories


We Were Kids

Running through the mist Swimming in the river Laughing at the cold Making us shiver Cycling downhill Wind in our face No sign of fear Not a trace...


Irene There’s no light Bright Enough to see into your soul There’s no stopping yourself digging a hole You lose your voice When surrender is your...


We were laughing about the state of the car That we called rusty The seats were so dusty And something stank We were trying to guess how far We’d get...

Force Nine Gale

A silver haired woman furiously sweeps away the dust on her porch, the sheets on the washing line wave like a sail, the dust blows back into her face...

Sunday in this Church

She said grace To save face He said a prayer And put another layer On the lies The Preacher knew the score He thought about a Sermon Called the devil...