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StorySome Sincere Apologies, Some Not pleurotus39 years 10 months ago
StoryBORN SMART moonphish19 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Demon's Diatribe MrBillyD19 years 10 months ago
StoryDay Dreams and Welcome Mats pleurotus19 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Old Oak Chair Rhiannonw139 years 10 months ago
Story'Set a guard over my mouth' Rhiannonw49 years 10 months ago
StoryNeglect FallenAngel29 years 10 months ago
StorySoup rosaliekempthorne69 years 10 months ago
StoryLondon Bound Song hudsonmoon99 years 10 months ago
StoryAbove Knucklas Rhiannonw69 years 10 months ago
StoryIggy Pop's Eyes, Manchester Apollo 1977 stevepoet39 years 10 months ago
StoryALPHABET POLITICS. jay214319 years 10 months ago
StoryPossession bluebirdtales29 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Body Politic london_calling7979 years 10 months ago
StoryBuffy's New World Order Chapter 2 MrBillyD29 years 10 months ago
StoryA SIX YEAR OLD AT SIXTY moonphish49 years 10 months ago
StoryThrough birdless skies hoalarg139 years 10 months ago
StoryBARBIE DOLLS AND PETS moonphish29 years 10 months ago
Storyisland hoalarg179 years 10 months ago
StoryHelen luigi_pagano89 years 10 months ago
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StoryAttrition london_calling79219 years 10 months ago
StoryIt's Not About You Ewan99 years 10 months ago
StoryMap Girl - Chapter 6 lucy_inthesky_w...19 years 10 months ago
StoryOne grain of heaven well-wisher29 years 10 months ago

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Spiralling

Spun opal, wild arm of ocean tilts inward, imploding slap of salt on skin.

Living with Post-Natal Exhaustion

I retrieve the baby wipes from the fridge and the pleasantly chilled bag of spuds from the chest freezer. We’re too tired to work out who is to blame any more.

Second Life

He steps off into town now sporting the hat he hates that 'Your Mother' makes him wear as it stays the winds, chewing the replacement gum fervently...
Cherry

Slabberin

‘Wat tha fuk ar youy slabberin abouyt?’ Pink drink drips from his wide wet lips. He’s about a foot wider than me and a fair few brain cells shorter. I’ve never been in a fight before. It’s quite exciting but I hope nobody’s watching because I’m not sure my couch Kung-Fu is going to be strong enough.

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