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StoryPsychopathic maths teacher breather012 years 3 months ago
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StoryThe day he decided to die. breather112 years 3 months ago
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StoryThe sound of one hand clapping part.2 breather112 years 3 months ago
StoryKnowing breather012 years 3 months ago
StoryI that am. breather012 years 3 months ago
StoryGlastonbury: Avalon of the Heart pt 11 breather012 years 3 months ago
StoryImaginary conversation between two aspects of humanity somewhere on the planet today, In 200 words exactly. breather112 years 3 months ago
StoryFrank's black out. breather312 years 3 months ago
StoryThe 70' in one poem. Is this a poem? breather212 years 10 months ago
Storytomorrow's story today breather312 years 10 months ago
StoryWilf in the Astral breather214 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Ad (part one) breather214 years 5 months ago
Forum topicWhat if men had never existed? well-wisher3214 years 5 months ago
StoryMan flu with strange side effects. (Version 1). breather315 years 10 months ago
StoryMy beautiful name KarenHadj215 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Knock Out breather715 years 11 months ago
Storytheory on reality. breather015 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sound of one hand clapping? breather315 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Pill breather215 years 11 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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