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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 1 week ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 1 week ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 1 week ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 2 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 2 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 5 months ago
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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 9 months ago
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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

Elvis may not have loved the Trafford Centre

Elvis may not have loved the Trafford Centre although it has countless places to buy burgers and fried chicken, and a fortune teller, pushed into an opulent box like a delicate paperweight,
Story of the week

This Also Shall Pass

This Also Shall Pass
Cherry

a slower seasoning

A Slower Seasoning

i know why the caged bird smokes

i know why the caged bird smokes a perfect square, backlit, framed in rouged, back alley neon. you exhale, from your small, open window, smoke winding itself around the shoulders,

two is such a lonely number

two is such a lonely number expectation, is like a butterfly sunning kaleidoscope wings in a sunlit woodland on the first day of spring. reality, is like waking alone

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