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StoryShopping for Wedding Dresses jem511 years 3 months ago
StoryStoned Whisky Rage mw311 years 3 months ago
StoryInsert coin and squeeze lavadis1611 years 3 months ago
StoryStanley Klepp deceased (2) Simon Barget911 years 4 months ago
StoryThis is a place of turpitude lavadis311 years 4 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1911 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Diseased Stranger mattjmccusker1111 years 4 months ago
StoryI am running lavadis511 years 4 months ago
Blog entryUnbelievable - Buy it Now! tcook111 years 4 months ago
StoryBog Roll ItsSteveDave1511 years 4 months ago
Forum topicDepressives Anonymous? blighters rock1411 years 5 months ago
StoryHumbled by darkness lavadis1911 years 5 months ago
Forum topicFloods and destroying my car tcook1211 years 5 months ago
StoryBefore the Tank Ran Out berenerchamion3311 years 5 months ago
StoryOf rain and of shadow lavadis711 years 5 months ago
StoryComedy Socks tcook2411 years 5 months ago
Forum topicWould you make a good carer? Fancy a Quiz? Sooz0061511 years 5 months ago
Forum topicYesterday I Resigned TheShyAssassin1411 years 5 months ago
StoryFreedom hulsey1311 years 5 months ago
StorySearching You Jessiibear611 years 5 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1911 years 5 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2511 years 6 months ago
StoryTiny threats lavadis1211 years 6 months ago
StoryReflections from a train Firebird111 years 6 months ago
StoryPayback Time 3 ( Paul and Tom) jolono1711 years 7 months ago

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My stories

Poem of the week

Her eyes belonged to infinity

Her voice was grey green like the bruises the rain leaves on a forest floor
Gold cherry

The day before the day before you died

Such random acts of attempted murder were considered to be character building in those days
Cherry

The tear collector

You plucked the tears from my cheeks with a pair of entomologist's tweezers
Cherry

You will not age well

as if love was a quantitative thing like a group of pensioners huddled under a rain blasted shelter on the promenade in Eastbourne
Cherry

My name is Destroy

the saloon bar was a seething caldron of contorted proboscis and antennae

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