Parson Thru

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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

Oh, Apple Tree

Is that really Him? But he looks like a... Shhhhh! Please!

Mme. Maserati and the Blazing Bin

I saw Madame Maserati again today (not unusually) and a burning litter bin by the Quay spoke to me through the stench of roasting dog shit and take-away Chinese.
Cherry

Dangerous encounter

Find myself sitting opposite a dangerous-looking man, all big bones and wiry sinew.

The end of everything

The game is up The music stopped Surprised and stunned I’m sure There’s no last chance No more romance Your plaything is no more I’d love to say It’s not this way

You

I look into the vortex and it's you. Surrounded by the madness of shattered homes and lives. Drawing me deep and down into the night. The end of everything but you.

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