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StoryArchives (1997) camdenreece213 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Imitation of Dylan Thomas? camdenreece213 years 1 month ago
StoryA Quickie camdenreece513 years 1 month ago
CollectionTales From the 21st Century camdenreece013 years 1 month ago
CollectionSidestream camdenreece013 years 1 month ago
CollectionNothing to Add camdenreece013 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Brother Is camdenreece113 years 2 months ago
StoryI'm Not A Poet camdenreece013 years 2 months ago
StoryNick Clegg Ate My Homework camdenreece813 years 7 months ago
StoryFebruary Marching camdenreece213 years 7 months ago
StorySticks and Stones MS1113 years 11 months ago
StoryThe God of Wetherspoons camdenreece313 years 11 months ago
StoryGran camdenreece214 years 1 week ago
StorySo this is Christmas? camdenreece214 years 8 months ago
StoryUntitled camdenreece214 years 8 months ago
StoryPanic Attacks and Anxiety camdenreece414 years 8 months ago
StoryWork Makes Man... camdenreece314 years 9 months ago
StoryMichael Finnegan camdenreece215 years 2 months ago
StoryI Met Myself Today camdenreece415 years 3 months ago

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Work Makes Man...

By camdenreece on Tue, 07 Jun 2011

Work for me started in a shiny forecourt where a hundred men’s aspirations were crafted into a new BMW 7 Series.
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Story
Certificate U

I'm Not A Poet

By camdenreece on Tue, 07 Jun 2011

The news is full of it. A poem has burst right out of a man’s stomach and several passersby have been struck. This is the tenth time in as many days and the panic is setting in.
Other Fiction
Certificate U
Cherry

An Imitation of Dylan Thomas?

By camdenreece on Fri, 20 May 2011

I am not sure if I was imitating or satirizing Dylan Thomas
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Poem
Certificate U

Archives (1997)

By camdenreece on Tue, 10 May 2011

‘I don’t think I can survive here.’ She stares at me awhile. ‘So, you don’t think you can survive here?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you think that?’
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Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

I Met Myself Today

By camdenreece on Tue, 10 May 2011

I met myself today, when I was eight years old. It was raining. Cars pushed puddles onto the pavement and the water rolled along the concrete and licked the large panes of glass in front of me.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

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