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StoryMadame Maserati Parson Thru1114 years 2 months ago
StoryA Day Like Any Other (IP) Silver Spun Sand2314 years 2 months ago
StoryHalf-lives II Parson Thru414 years 2 months ago
StoryOn love (and other things) Parson Thru314 years 2 months ago
StoryJust passing through Parson Thru214 years 3 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1814 years 3 months ago
StoryTo hold just once Parson Thru714 years 3 months ago
Storyaridity in the garden seannelson514 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Fairytale (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1414 years 3 months ago
StoryChances Beeme814 years 3 months ago
StoryEnduring Brixton mattstreatham514 years 3 months ago
StoryNopales for Breakfast JoseHdz2614 years 3 months ago
StoryCicada Songs cormacru9991614 years 3 months ago
StorySilence the scream Parson Thru414 years 3 months ago
StoryThe sleep of trees fromagreenhill314 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Light Parson Thru214 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Antelope With Issues caribou_414 years 4 months ago
StorySpare me Parson Thru314 years 4 months ago
StoryLast light Steve Button1814 years 4 months ago
StoryX Leaves A Flower - entered for the Margaret Reid Competition! maisie1114 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Thief Parson Thru414 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2914 years 4 months ago
StorySomeday, My Turn Richard L. Prov...414 years 4 months ago
StoryFrom a dream Parson Thru814 years 4 months ago

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Thursday tomorrow

It's Thursday tomorrow Hurray! Another weekend and a lie-in But we're all getting old and we're dying Hurray! Hurray! We're all getting old and we're...

Lost

I stood and watched the stars this morning Bathed in beauty But when I turned around you had all gone I was alone
Cherry

More from the sphincter of the grandiose

Life cleaves with cruel steel a world of brutal logic from that of child-like dreams. Each day a cull of innocents . Victims’ screams echoing through...
Cherry

Camino 2 - 21 September 2014

The rucksacks turned out to fit the cabin-baggage gauge, which was a relief. We shoved them in the lockers and strapped ourselves in. Expectation was...

Face the day

Having only recently written the words “Don’t fear the dead”, I awoke in my own private catacomb. Everything was still and silent in the impenetrable...

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