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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 6 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 6 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 9 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 11 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2514 years 6 days ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon114 years 1 month ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear914 years 1 month ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 1 month ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1114 years 2 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis414 years 2 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis714 years 2 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 4 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 6 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 9 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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