smokejack

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryBig John Donovan smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryExcerpt from Sunset (a short story) smokejack22 years 5 months ago
StoryToo Deep to Drown smokejack02 years 5 months ago
StoryTake Me Back smokejack02 years 6 months ago
StoryChristmas Misses smokejack02 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Prevention of Love smokejack02 years 9 months ago
StoryFor Sylvia smokejack02 years 10 months ago
StoryBallad of Misery and Hope smokejack22 years 11 months ago
StoryOn The Road - Part 1 smokejack42 years 11 months ago
StoryWinter Stripped Bare smokejack02 years 11 months ago
StorySo long Sweet Cygnet smokejack02 years 11 months ago
StoryClocktime smokejack02 years 11 months ago
StoryTime is Time smokejack13 years 1 week ago
StoryWords like Pearls smokejack03 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCosmic Caper smokejack03 years 1 month ago
StoryReturn of the Neanderthals smokejack13 years 1 month ago
StoryOh Mighy Oak smokejack13 years 1 month ago
StoryDetritus smokejack13 years 2 months ago
StoryGone smokejack23 years 4 months ago
StoryLast Touch smokejack13 years 5 months ago
StoryUndertow (not as dark as it seems) smokejack73 years 5 months ago
StoryLuck smokejack33 years 6 months ago
StoryOne By One smokejack93 years 6 months ago
StoryTwo Directors of Arms Manufacturers Discussing War at Corporate HQ smokejack13 years 6 months ago
StoryTime Travails smokejack13 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Butterfly in a Storm

The wind stripped the petals of dandelions The rain poured from a burst cloud The branches on trees were wrestling each other Leaves were flying to...
1 likes

Fire. For America

Who opened the gates Did someone ring a bell Who changed the narrative That turned the world into hell Who are the people With the twisted minds What...

Etched on a Bench

Me siiting on a bench in my favourite park at 7am on a sunday morning watching the sun coming up through the mist. I imagined me painting what I'm...

Poetic License

I knew it would happen No one else to blame My words were misplaced Indeed, some lines Were arse about face The slippery slope Eked away at my...

This Poem

This poem dpoesn't want to be in this poem It's seen plenty of tired poetry in its day This poem will sit on the shelf for years Gathering dust This...
1 likes

Pages