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StoryPsychopathic maths teacher breather011 years 11 months ago
Storypoetic decay breather111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe day he decided to die. breather111 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Old Mate Bill breather011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe sound of one hand clapping part.2 breather111 years 11 months ago
StoryKnowing breather011 years 11 months ago
StoryI that am. breather011 years 11 months ago
StoryGlastonbury: Avalon of the Heart pt 11 breather011 years 11 months ago
StoryImaginary conversation between two aspects of humanity somewhere on the planet today, In 200 words exactly. breather111 years 11 months ago
StoryFrank's black out. breather311 years 11 months ago
StoryThe 70' in one poem. Is this a poem? breather212 years 6 months ago
Storytomorrow's story today breather312 years 6 months ago
StoryWilf in the Astral breather213 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Ad (part one) breather214 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicWhat if men had never existed? well-wisher3214 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMan flu with strange side effects. (Version 1). breather315 years 6 months ago
StoryMy beautiful name KarenHadj215 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Knock Out breather715 years 7 months ago
Storytheory on reality. breather015 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Sound of one hand clapping? breather315 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Pill breather215 years 7 months ago

My stories

Celestial what ?

Yesterday went by like a flash of light, and today also went by in a bit of a blur. Is Time speeding up I wonder?

Wilf in the Astral

THE DARK MANTRA Wilf in the Astral-realm.

Arthur's faked death.

Arthur’s faked death had worked well. He was 74 years old and knew the police wouldn’t bother to investigate too much.

Another man - another time

The grooming process had then begun in earnest, with Arthur using a constant stream of flattery and coercion, until he had eventually got what he wanted, Wilf’s young and fit body.

Frank's black out.

Frank was slumped, on a cheap white plastic chair, in a dirty low life café in West London. He was looking out of the window . .

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