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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 2 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1814 years 2 months ago
StoryTo hold just once Parson Thru714 years 2 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 3 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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My stories

The dream

Come in Kevin. Thank you, Christine. Could you bring two teas please? White no sugar, isn't it Kevin?

Baltic night

On crossing the frozen Baltic. Tallinn to St Petersburg.
Cherry

Funny world

Can't think of anything to say really. Except same shit, different day maybe. But then, someone I know saved a life today. Or nearly. She tried. But she tries every day.

Levels

Above the mist, the grey-green ghosts of Polden elms stand silent over salted fields And somewhere overhead a heron cuts a dead straight path to shining ponds from ages past

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