Steve Clarkson
Primary tabs
| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Swapping seats at The Jeremy Kyle Show | Steve Clarkson | 6 | 15 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Freegan Fighters | Steve Clarkson | 2 | 15 years 9 months ago |
My stories
Afternoon In The Park
I come to the park where no-one’s around The bell chimes two in the echoing town Still it seems to me that chaos is near Above, in the sound of the birds I hear.
- Read more about Afternoon In The Park
- Log in to post comments
- 717 reads
The Morning Bus
I always sit a few rows behind you. You definitely notice me now. We share a journey, this silent intimacy most mornings, 7.17 till 7.47. No-one in your life sees you like this.
- Read more about The Morning Bus
- Log in to post comments
- 848 reads
Wednesday Afternoons
The day your skin became softer We'd found fire instead of heat And beautifully on that encounter The only thing ticking was heartbeat. The day your kiss became smoother
- Read more about Wednesday Afternoons
- Log in to post comments
- 826 reads
OId Photographs
The sky opens upon a thousand photographs a tiny river of time, dusty spreading into an ocean of existence. Reflected in the river in its sparkle a patchwork of moments
- Read more about OId Photographs
- Log in to post comments
- 854 reads
New Strangers
We sit like bookends Avoiding stare The haunting tick of the clock Rings like bad tinnitus. Frozen in fear or humiliation New strangers in this world. Silently bound by past
- Read more about New Strangers
- 1 comment
- Log in to post comments
- 1026 reads