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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 2 days ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 2 days ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 2 days 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
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 6 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 7 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 9 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 9 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 9 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 9 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 week ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Last Waltz in the Galaxy

The Last Waltz in the Galaxy There is nothing left. We have reached the end of the world. A giantess, blank paper page extends in every direction like a 1980’s dream.

sometimes i deserve a capital I

sometimes i deserve a capital I everyone loves a writer, loves to watch paper fill as a pencil moves in blurring. it’s a sub-conscious fascination. it’s why she smokes that way…
Cherry

innocent wallpaper

innocent wallpaper through the wall, i can hear a family failing next door. a couple in the thirties, nearly, average intelligence. i think they drink. they stopped fighting

Painting for Lemonade

painting for lemonade an ancient man, brittle on a wooden stool, slowly painting his gate-post. a day of raw sunshine, but autumn will soon roll over the horizon. by winter the

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