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Forum topicThe Griffin Poetry Book Prize Richard L. Prov...712 years 11 months ago
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StoryGirl by the lake, standing seashore2512 years 11 months ago
StoryI have come here for your name lavadis812 years 12 months ago
StoryEvery woman is every woman Calmcarl312 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Gweat Wed Dwagon And The Woman Clothed In The Thun The Walrus1212 years 12 months ago
StoryCheck Mate sid2913 years 4 days ago
StoryOxygen Highhat2313 years 1 week ago
StoryAdam's Crib maudsy613 years 1 week ago
StoryPortrait of an artist, sleeping seashore2513 years 1 week ago
StoryHer eyes belonged to infinity lavadis2813 years 1 week ago
StoryLetters of War: Preview RubenMiyazaki613 years 1 week ago
StoryGhostwriter hey_shrugsshoulders313 years 1 week ago
StoryThe day before the day before you died lavadis1913 years 1 week ago
StoryTamarind Sharmily1313 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Little Faces Pixie413 years 1 week ago
StorySisters colonel_hackney213 years 1 week ago
Storysomething and nothing sid3013 years 1 week ago
StoryAUTUMN ROSE Linda Wigzell Cress2113 years 1 week ago
StoryOne Way Ticket jolono1913 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Inspector. Maxine Jasmin-Green213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryJanuary blighters rock3013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDon't Forget to Play Pretend amglam113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDon't Forget Your Family amglam313 years 2 weeks ago
StorySympathy for the Devil MS1213 years 2 weeks ago

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My mother was a cyclops

My mother was a cyclops which made her hard to love she had the patina of humanity but the hues of light and darkness which billowed and susurrated...
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Other trains

Her voice was like the Siberian air masses which chill the eastern slopes of the Urals She worked the tables in the kind of bar which claims to be in...
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Her 64th boyfriend

I was her 64th boyfriend they came and went like heads of corn in a thresher terrifying in their insignificance so now she was keeping count She...
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Her body is like Winter

‘I am no-one’s cunt’ said Drain , the words circling his head like winsome frost fairies. He was wearing the fake sheepskin coat that Moss brought...
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Scattered and diffused

"Dad?" "Is that?" "How can we...?" "I found a telephone, except it's not actually a telephone....it's for....you can use it to call someone who is...

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