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StoryBeauty and Beholders (a happy offering...) smokejack64 years 1 month ago
StoryLike Mist smokejack94 years 1 month ago
StoryFate's Asylum for Young Offenders - A short story about lost love smokejack24 years 1 month ago
StoryBobby Halfway Sets Sail (Revised) smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryNot Guilty but Drowning - A Guantanamo inmate responds to George Bush's love of waterboarding. smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Inferno Should Be Yours - A Soldier's Revenge smokejack54 years 1 month ago
StoryShrinking willy and the Hanging coat smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryCharlton Heston's Gun smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryTory Fodder smokejack24 years 1 month ago
StoryAm I still a Virgin smokejack74 years 1 month ago
StoryBeing Five smokejack44 years 1 month ago
StoryTechnology smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryTrample on the Red Flag smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StorySugar and Shite smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryPrincess smokejack24 years 1 month ago
StoryOptimist in love with a pessimist smokejack34 years 1 month ago
StoryI will not wear a Poppy smokejack34 years 1 month ago
StoryThere is a thin line smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Good Doctor smokejack24 years 1 month ago
StoryAll at Sea smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryDark Star smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryRobots Politicians & Strangers smokejack24 years 1 month ago
StoryAll in a Day's Work smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StoryAutumn Calling smokejack04 years 1 month ago
StorySpider on a Fly smokejack04 years 1 month ago

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Cherry

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It was with closed lips The day we kissed goodbye There was no emotion Or commotion On platform five we stood You were looking at the clock You were...

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It starts with a squabble Turns into a fight Bystanders cheers No one can see the light First there where whispers Followed by pointed fingers Some...

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Looking out To sea or to see Traffic jams Choking us all In between cursing everything Maybe it’s just me Scanning for light In a heavy world Where...

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