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StoryTriolet: from the park alphadog1510 years 8 months ago
StoryBlog -end of line- Trayvon Martin and the myth that is Fight club alphadog1310 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Green man alphadog1010 years 8 months ago
Story-end of line- Trayvon Martin, Zimmerman and the secret that is Fight Club. alphadog1310 years 8 months ago
StoryDark Light alphadog1210 years 9 months ago
StoryDark Light alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
StoryEnd of line Gibraltar and the bloody BBC. alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- propaganda alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- the state of the nation alphadog1110 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- the monster or the man. alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story We have to keep the country going (final draft before edit) alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- Discombobulate second draft. alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- Thoughts about the slow passing of Nelson Mandela alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
StoryOh Cameron your not my facebook friend rewrite 2 alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- Brillo pad and the Bilderberg cake alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
StoryThe representation of the City alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- who do they serve? alphadog1110 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- thoughts on life religious interaction and politics alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Storyend-of-line: questions arising on a debate relating to freedom. alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Story-end of line- in response to an article written by David Lammy MP, in the Guardian: Friday 24 May 2013 18.32 alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
Storyadieu Anneliese alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
StoryThe cleggy song (rewritten) alphadog1110 years 9 months ago
StoryEnd of line 2 Susan Bottrill alphadog1110 years 9 months ago
StoryTwilight is now softly slow breathing alphadog1010 years 9 months ago
StoryDandelion alphadog1110 years 9 months ago

My stories

The Cobbe house iii The dreams

I recall running for our lives, out of that damned house. Down the narrow woodland path and onward to the safety of home. Looking back, perhaps we...

The Cobbe house ii the Flunky club

There were the four of us: Tony Cerci, Nell and I. Bound by childhood passions, street’s and, at that time, school’s. By the time of the great storm...

The Cobbe House part i a dark history.

The Cobbe house, for that is still how it is known to many of the folk of Bridgeton, New Jersey; rested on the top of St Joseph’s hill, on what is...

Jake

Hi, my name is Jake… and no I’m not telling you anything else about me. Though I would agree -to a point- that when people come to visit, I tend to…...

"and death shall have no dominion"

I’m sending out this message to anyone the proximity of this planet in the hope that people will stay clear. I… I am all that’s left of our crew I’ve...

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