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StoryJust Friends IsabelleSayers113 years 6 months ago
StoryChasing Rainbows MS713 years 6 months ago
StoryA Bar at the Folies Fulham Mark Say413 years 6 months ago
StoryDOMINOES moonphish213 years 6 months ago
StoryJust a Rope and a Chair! Denzella1013 years 6 months ago
StoryLizard's Leap: Chapter Twenty Eight: Monkey's and Mirrors. Sooz006613 years 6 months ago
StoryBristol Museum, Fake Terrorist Attacks and JLS. MS713 years 6 months ago
Storygreat white celticman1013 years 6 months ago
StoryHolly-Blue Silver Spun Sand1713 years 6 months ago
StoryI Used to Dream Richard L. Prov...613 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Angel Who Looked the Wrong Way hudsonmoon613 years 6 months ago
StoryAlice jolono2713 years 6 months ago
StoryRound Table harrietmacmillan113 years 6 months ago
StoryTake a Deep Breath lailoken513 years 6 months ago
StoryConceptus shoe813 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Suitor And The Woman well-wisher413 years 6 months ago
StoryWillkommen in Deutschland- a crisis, country-crossing and a new career Lem213 years 6 months ago
StoryOde to Venus , fourth position alphadog1913 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Uninvited Guest Brighton_Ro213 years 6 months ago
StorySitting in the dark amlee413 years 6 months ago
StoryNO AUTUMN IN BETWEEN moonphish613 years 6 months ago
StoryYOU-TOPIA moonphish213 years 6 months ago
StoryEx alex_tomlin1613 years 6 months ago
StoryExcpecting Part I BobbieJo555113 years 6 months ago
StoryI'd do this for you. jolono2413 years 6 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

The Origins of Snow

Submitting this as part of my writing sample. I'm applying for the MFA Creative Writing at Kingston. Any feedback would be great!

Diary of a soulless guy

I want to drown in the brown malevolent depths of my coffee cup. The enormity of my emptiness will swallow me now I know I’ve lost you.
Cherry

Quiet and Undisturbed

Sydney is recovering in her bathroom after a morning of headaches, hangovers, nosy neighbors, nosy sisters and...the letter.
Cherry

Diary of an adolescent in love and it's a lot like hell.

You ask me when I’m going to leave, my tongue clicks against my teeth, my shoulders shrug, my feet bang together, I dare myself to look into your eyes.

The morning after the wedding.

Sometimes people wake-up with no recollection of what happened the night before.

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