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StoryBastille Day in Brookwood paddyjohnston012 years 11 months ago
CollectionSweetness paddyjohnston012 years 11 months ago
StoryScrabbled paddyjohnston013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMarshmallows paddyjohnston313 years 3 weeks ago
StorySweetness paddyjohnston013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMissing paddyjohnston113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryKipling's Anonymous (2008) paddyjohnston013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIcing paddyjohnston013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryKim & Jessie paddyjohnston214 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Ant Rocks paddyjohnston514 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Midnight Baker paddyjohnston314 years 9 months ago
StoryMr Hocking paddyjohnston715 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPipistrelle paddyjohnston415 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLebkuchen paddyjohnston715 years 1 month ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2415 years 1 month 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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