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StoryLove Shorts 1-4 smokejack03 years 2 months ago
StoryHealing (for an old mate) smokejack23 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tale of Joe Badtoe (Chapter.1) smokejack33 years 3 months ago
StoryNature's War smokejack83 years 3 months ago
StoryGone. smokejack23 years 3 months ago
StoryProfessor Circumcision (a cerebral comedy) smokejack23 years 3 months ago
StoryThere is no American dream smokejack03 years 3 months ago
StoryThrough a Curtainless Window smokejack03 years 3 months ago
StoryDemon Drink Days smokejack103 years 3 months ago
StoryMishappiness Tales smokejack03 years 4 months ago
StoryEvening Song smokejack13 years 4 months ago
StoryButterfly in a Storm smokejack03 years 4 months ago
StoryWhoosh smokejack03 years 4 months ago
StoryAlf smokejack13 years 5 months ago
StoryAgeing Bull smokejack23 years 5 months ago
StoryBig John Donovan smokejack23 years 6 months ago
StoryExcerpt from Sunset (a short story) smokejack23 years 6 months ago
StoryToo Deep to Drown smokejack03 years 6 months ago
StoryTake Me Back smokejack03 years 7 months ago
StoryChristmas Misses smokejack03 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Prevention of Love smokejack03 years 11 months ago
StoryFor Sylvia smokejack04 years 13 hours ago
StoryBallad of Misery and Hope smokejack24 years 5 days ago
StoryOn The Road - Part 1 smokejack44 years 1 week ago
StoryWinter Stripped Bare smokejack04 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

The Little Battles

The Little Battles Wander like an army Of thousands of ants Led by snake rattles The Little battles Sometimes silent sometimes loud Soaking with...

Mirror

I accidentally saw myself in a large mirror I was in an elevator I considered seekin a lawyer To prosecute my face Because I have been avoiding...

The vogue of madness

The curtains of the world are closing The show is almost over The oligarchs are soaked with gold They have us all at their mercy And there's nothing...

The Dog Eared Pity Card

I can still see her face Contorted and gritted teeth Arms folded tight It wasn't the greatest night Just anpther tired fight I wondered why we were...

Alive alive..Oh

How deep must we go To decide on a yes or no Some folk go high others low Are we all broken bottles In an endless row Don’t you think We all need a...

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