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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Love is a Pariah | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Suitcase | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Build a Bonfire | smokejack | 5 | 10 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Working Class Tories (mean nothing to me) apologies to John Lennon | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Tinkerers | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Sailor | smokejack | 0 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Tabloid Man | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | We are but blood supply | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | General Erection 2015 | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Broken Shell | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Ross Beach | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Roadworks | smokejack | 3 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | My Alcoholic Queen | smokejack | 7 | 10 years 6 months ago |
| Story | I'll Wait Here | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Works Night Out | smokejack | 4 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Jingle Balls | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Guilt of the Rubicon line | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A boys mind at fourteen | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Story | My Friend Keith - Imagine a man on a sit down mower cutting grass in a park so stoned he just drove round in circles all day. | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Campaign Trail | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | How we felt | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Prey | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Clacton On Sea | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Absence of Noise | smokejack | 1 | 10 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Hobo Turntable | smokejack | 2 | 10 years 12 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...
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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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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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- 417 reads