Terrence Oblong

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StoryLevitation lessons Terrence Oblong314 years 10 months ago
StoryOut of body experience Terrence Oblong314 years 10 months ago
Forum topicWhat is the world coming to ? chooselife614 years 10 months ago
Forum topicDoes the ABC tales site count as being published? Netty Allen1114 years 11 months ago
StoryDemocracity Terrence Oblong415 years 1 month ago
StoryThe man who lives under the floorboards chapter 1: week 1 Terrence Oblong215 years 1 month ago
StoryGetting Fat Terrence Oblong1015 years 1 month ago
StoryMadness is all in the mind: Chapter 1: first day in the madhouse Terrence Oblong215 years 1 month ago
Forum topicI've always wante to be a writer, Jenwales715 years 1 month ago
StoryGods Terrence Oblong215 years 1 month ago
StorySeven Pence Piece Terrence Oblong415 years 1 month ago
Forum topicThe influence of music in writing SqueakyDuck715 years 3 months ago
StoryThe key Terrence Oblong215 years 4 months ago
StoryThe continuing appeal of Tombo Harrison Terrence Oblong315 years 4 months ago
StoryMeet you at the elephant at 3.00 Terrence Oblong315 years 4 months ago
StoryCloud Atlas - a review. chuck315 years 4 months ago
StoryI don't want a cherry Terrence Oblong815 years 7 months ago
StoryLove in a time of apocalypse rjnewlyn1215 years 8 months ago
StoryFuneral Terrence Oblong715 years 10 months ago

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My stories

A night in the old well (200 words)

Tomorrow I turn 17, so tonight I have to sleep at the bottom of the old well, such is the tradition for boys in our village. Tomorrow I will wake up a man.

Mask

Mickey wasn't a criminal. Sure, he'd done a few bad things but who hasn't?

The importance of good signage

Heck, I deserved my promotion. 17 years I worked flat out every day, playing my part in the safe passage of millions of people travelling in and out of New York's Penn Station.
Cherry

The UnSleep - Chapter 1

2 a.m. I stared at the wall in front of me, nothing better to do. The wall was plain, no paintings, no pictures, just greying white. Dull and ever-so-slowly ageing.

Our future (200 words)

We always referred to it as our future, the ever-growing wad of blue-note, stored secretly behind the panel in the wardrobe.

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