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StoryRockets in your back garden (Part 1 of 2) harveyjones3527 years 3 months ago
Forum topicI am sorry but how is this even possible? lavadis97 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Promise Katie197577 years 4 months ago
Forum topicCan't Write - Won't Write fatboy74427 years 4 months ago
StoryThis immutable warmth harveyjones3527 years 4 months ago
StoryRubin's Response harveyjones3547 years 6 months ago
StoryEpiphyte Unlimited celticman87 years 6 months ago
Story7. Haad Yao jamesdevans17 years 6 months ago
StoryScreaming our tits off mcmanaman77 years 7 months ago
StoryWhat passes for romance jcgreenway78 years 7 months ago

My stories

Holborn

An icy draft swept down the escalator shaft. He had no choice but to continue upwards. It drew him forth to Holborn.

Don't make assumptions

Father and offspring on a northern line tube. Father, Italian we think; children, both outwardly consumed in books. Struck by the artifice of it. Not...

First love

The mother had been told: she always watching, never let from eye. She was told, first: I so sorry, I so sorry. Then, thank god; thank god, thank god...

Goodbye Dad

I posted this back in 2011. It's coming up to 9 years and I think it's a very fitting tribute.

This old life

Moan/meditation that never saw the light of day back in whenever it was, but (SHOCK HORROR) I quite like it!! (reduced to trawling through the old stuff)

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