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StoryBastille Day in Brookwood paddyjohnston012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionSweetness paddyjohnston012 years 4 weeks ago
StoryScrabbled paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryMarshmallows paddyjohnston312 years 2 months ago
StorySweetness paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryMissing paddyjohnston112 years 2 months ago
StoryKipling's Anonymous (2008) paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryIcing paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryKim & Jessie paddyjohnston213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ant Rocks paddyjohnston513 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Midnight Baker paddyjohnston313 years 11 months ago
StoryMr Hocking paddyjohnston714 years 2 months ago
StoryPipistrelle paddyjohnston414 years 2 months ago
StoryLebkuchen paddyjohnston714 years 2 months ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2414 years 2 months ago

My stories

The Midnight Baker

I was once nicknamed The Midnight Baker for obvious reasons. An unpredictable, sticky urge to beat and whip and craft and blast in heat which occurred only in the mild oven

Kipling's Anonymous (2008)

Cough. Hello, everybody. My name is Paddy and I have a problem. It all started around two months ago, I suppose there’s this co-op, right right next to our house

Bastille Day in Brookwood

The ukulele in his right hand was rebellion enough for one Bastille Day, he decided. The Revolution didn’t happen overnight, as he kept reminding his ten-year-old son.

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