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My stories

At the Open Mic

At the Open Mic I felt like Leonard Cohen, An old guy at the feast An old and ancient rhymer, A preacher and a priest. These are the new bohemians...
Cherry

Struggling

Struggling In the Seventies I walked with you Down to school Struggling to keep up As I was small. In your Seventies I walked without you Up to the...

They Wait

Handwritten story by James Watson found within his personal effects. Transcribed for digital preservation by Jamie Watson. They Wait I watch the...

A Tale of Adam Maxwell- Farquhar

I listened raptly to my father’s stentorian voice as he regaled me with tales from Dr James’ leather bound tome of ghost stories. I shivered at the...

The Lost House

The Lost House was an aged tenement building which loomed above a street with no name in a dilapidated area of the city. The elders of the drinking...

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