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StoryA poem holds your hand Mark Heathcote42 years 3 months ago
StoryPostcard Heaven hilary west64 years 11 months ago
StoryNetworking Yume125405 years 6 months ago
CollectionThe 250 series Yume125405 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Matrix Problem The Other Terre...127 years 4 months ago
StoryBirthday phone call Yume1254297 years 6 months ago
StoryEarly morning on ward 8B Yume125407 years 8 months ago
StoryHoney Dewed Memories T_az227 years 8 months ago
StoryApplying for a future Yume1254108 years 1 month ago
Story The fourth kiss Yume125428 years 6 months ago
StoryBecause it's Christmas Yume125408 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Futility of Dreams (lyrics by John Legend) Yume125428 years 9 months ago
StorySome Children are our Future Yume125408 years 10 months ago
StoryLast Wishes Yume125408 years 12 months ago
StoryRe-apply Yume125498 years 12 months ago
StoryMeeting Tara Mark Say89 years 2 months ago
StoryTHREESOME moonphish29 years 2 months ago
StoryOh Sunday Parson Thru99 years 2 months ago
StoryJacked Yume125489 years 2 months ago
StoryOver time Yume125409 years 2 months ago
StoryThe trouble with a social conscience Yume125449 years 2 months ago
StoryTop 5 Tips on how to be a Sheek Yume125409 years 3 months ago
StoryTerritory Yume125409 years 3 months ago
Blog entrySupport Celticman Now! tcook139 years 3 months ago
StoryKindling Yume125429 years 6 months ago

My stories

Networking

The speaker receives a tepid round of applause because we're all desperate for a piss. An invisible technician changes the slide. Lunch and your...
Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Birthday phone call

‘Hello stranger’ dad says, his chuckle dry and good-natured, the laugh of an overgrown kid. I’m sitting on a bench along the Southbank with my back...
Cherry

Applying for a future

Applying for a shared ownership home in London, and what it really could mean...

Early morning on ward 8B

Dedicated to a lost loved one.
Cherry

The fourth kiss

The first time you kissed him it was by drunken accident, outside the pub, even though Freud believed that there are no such things as accidents. You...

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