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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 3 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 3 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 6 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 8 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 8 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 9 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 10 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 10 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 10 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 10 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 10 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 10 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 10 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 5 months ago

My stories

the worst toupee in the world

the worst toupee in the world imagine having a black cat, that, you love dearly, that, dies of nine used up lives. in grief, you lose your hair...

the brink men

the brink men they meet, monthly. 4 coffees in a Tesco corner, 4 Mondeos at rest, beneath a Warrington rain cursed by Unilever. they meet to discuss...
Gold cherry

Once in a Smile

Once in a Smile Leaning into his cane Eddie Salthouse took in the queue, sizing up the others waiting for the No. 93. Five women and a man. None were...

how the dead rinse away to the sea

how the dead rinse away to the sea i walk the cobbled path downhill, away from the cemetery. a path for mourners, for those with supermarket Sunday...
Cherry

coup de grace

coup de grace bowed, over railings of ice, and iron, the cemetery stares me down. faceless, it blanks me with sunlit stone, frigid and unyielding to...

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