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StorySunday in this Church smokejack05 years 11 months ago
StoryLayby Night smokejack05 years 11 months ago
StoryNew Year smokejack16 years 5 months ago
StoryRomance Not smokejack36 years 7 months ago
StoryCafe on the Corner smokejack06 years 7 months ago
StoryOh Little England smokejack06 years 7 months ago
StoryThis Small Town smokejack16 years 7 months ago
StoryTrouble Ahead Blues (compilation) smokejack26 years 9 months ago
Story1970s Photograph smokejack26 years 9 months ago
StoryMisdisciples smokejack26 years 9 months ago
StoryNarrowboat Man smokejack27 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Mirror in front of you smokejack07 years 4 weeks ago
StoryOxford Ball in June smokejack07 years 1 month ago
StorySo Close to Christmas smokejack17 years 5 months ago
StoryOld and Grey smokejack27 years 7 months ago
StoryFriendship can be a Foe smokejack57 years 7 months ago
StoryCountryside (spoiled) smokejack37 years 8 months ago
StoryLittle England smokejack27 years 8 months ago
StoryA Trip of Trepidation smokejack17 years 10 months ago
StoryDisco Love smokejack18 years 2 months ago
StoryTwo Ships smokejack08 years 3 months ago
StoryOld Crow smokejack28 years 6 months ago
StoryNo Exit Door smokejack68 years 6 months ago
StoryEngland's Green and Pleasant Land smokejack38 years 8 months ago
StoryShroud smokejack18 years 11 months ago

My stories

Evening Song

The sun hangs onto a lost cloud like a child holding a balloon The birds are heading home To discuss their day with their kith and kin They speak in...
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Alf

There’s a tiny spider Crawling across this verse I think its critiquing my work I have named the spider Alf He appears to dislike words Bigger than...

Ageing Bull

I’m old and past my peak With bones brittle and weak My nose has grown a beak My limbs seem to squeak I mumble when I speak There’s no solace I can...
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Cherry

Excerpt from Sunset (a short story)

I was 14 years old, content with the notion of having no ambition. Life was a flow of empty thoughts that I dragged along behind me. School was a...
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Big John Donovan

Big John Donovan six foot three Had a chest the size of a tree His voice was deep filled with a croak From all the years when he used to smoke Big...
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