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StoryAgeing Bull smokejack22 years 10 months ago
StoryBig John Donovan smokejack22 years 11 months ago
StoryExcerpt from Sunset (a short story) smokejack22 years 11 months ago
StoryToo Deep to Drown smokejack02 years 11 months ago
StoryTake Me Back smokejack03 years 1 day ago
StoryChristmas Misses smokejack03 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Prevention of Love smokejack03 years 3 months ago
StoryFor Sylvia smokejack03 years 4 months ago
StoryBallad of Misery and Hope smokejack23 years 5 months ago
StoryOn The Road - Part 1 smokejack43 years 5 months ago
StoryWinter Stripped Bare smokejack03 years 5 months ago
StorySo long Sweet Cygnet smokejack03 years 5 months ago
StoryClocktime smokejack03 years 5 months ago
StoryTime is Time smokejack13 years 6 months ago
StoryWords like Pearls smokejack03 years 7 months ago
StoryCosmic Caper smokejack03 years 7 months ago
StoryReturn of the Neanderthals smokejack13 years 7 months ago
StoryOh Mighy Oak smokejack13 years 7 months ago
StoryDetritus smokejack13 years 8 months ago
StoryGone smokejack23 years 10 months ago
StoryLast Touch smokejack13 years 11 months ago
StoryUndertow (not as dark as it seems) smokejack73 years 11 months ago
StoryLuck smokejack33 years 12 months ago
StoryOne By One smokejack93 years 12 months ago
StoryTwo Directors of Arms Manufacturers Discussing War at Corporate HQ smokejack14 years 4 hours ago

My stories

Purchase Requisition

The cost of democracy is going through the roof It's getting harder to combine A politiciian amd the truth There's a catwalk wit a queue Full of...
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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...
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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...

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