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StoryThe Wurtstoffer Defence harveyjones3514 years 10 months ago
StoryAbout my father and the synagogue choir harveyjones3544 years 10 months ago
StoryIn the flash of an open smile harveyjones3515 years 7 months ago
StoryBeing Conal harveyjones3535 years 8 months ago
StoryAkavelki in the Eschaton harveyjones3505 years 10 months ago
Forum topicWebsite looks fantastic harveyjones35265 years 10 months ago
StoryRubin's Response VI harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryRubin's Response V harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (7) harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryRubin's Response IV harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryRubin's Response III harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryRubin's Response II harveyjones3506 years 2 months ago
StoryContinental drift harveyjones3526 years 2 months ago
StoryBrain-dead harveyjones3536 years 2 months ago
StoryA cure for smoking harveyjones3536 years 2 months ago
Forum topicDoes anyone have a recommendation for a short, London-based creative-writing course? harveyjones3566 years 2 months ago
Forum topic*SHAMELESS AND BRAZEN SELF-PROMOTION ALERT* harveyjones3536 years 2 months ago
Forum topicDepression lifted harveyjones3536 years 2 months ago
Forum topicComedy co-writer wanted harveyjones3546 years 2 months ago
Forum topicComedy co-writer wanted harveyjones3536 years 2 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (5c) harveyjones3506 years 4 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (5b) harveyjones3506 years 4 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (5a) harveyjones3506 years 4 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (4) harveyjones3506 years 4 months ago
StoryRockets in your back garden (Part 2 of 2) harveyjones3516 years 4 months ago

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Cherry

I Cannot Feel Ok

More nuggets of wisdom
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El Nuevo Sombrero

The drive out is what I remember -- it’s where I want to be now. Going through the gates, leaving the others, f inding my freedom; I’m sure they...
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Cherry

El Nuevo Sombrero

Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...

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