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Storygrowing pains Coolhermit25 years 5 months ago
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My stories

Gold cherry

Timber fences; empty freedom.

You were five when the world shifted when you told me you wished we were never made. There was a time, before those words, when the world was broad...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Wear and tear (IP)

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I’d driven for miles before I’d realised where. The camber of the road should have dumped me home, as always. It's just this normal stuff, like...
Cherry

The ends of my world

I can’t feel the presence of a god here so keenly now that I can touch the ends of my world , run a finger across a drumlin of hallowed herringbone...
Cherry

Stripling

I’ve never met you. But I want you to love me. You were me before I had formed my open church door of mouth my stripling heartstring. I had forgotten...
Cherry

vicarious trauma

i used to be able to repair myself sprout phantom limbs better versions now, i flick rocks at the faultlines and the whole thing caves it starts in...

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131 of my comments have received 133 Great Feedback votes

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Absolutely gorgeous. Like

Posted on Tue, 26 Jun 2018

Absolutely gorgeous. Like floating.

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Posted in a break from hoovering

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A powerful image, well

Posted on Tue, 26 Jun 2018

A powerful image, well described. Have you ever read D.H Lawrence's 'The Rainbow'? There's a gorgeous paragraph about - 'He was the doorway to her, she was the doorway to him'. 

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Posted in Release

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You're skillfully developing

Posted on Mon, 25 Jun 2018

You're skillfully developing a sense of character in John without giving away his past. It may sound a little simplistic but it put me in mind of the way Ludlum does it with his Jason Bourne character in the original text before he became a pulp...

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Posted in Autonomy Pt 3

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This is beautifully described

Posted on Mon, 25 Jun 2018

This is beautifully described. Such a musical sound.

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Posted in Brightness without burning

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Fascinating insight into this

Posted on Mon, 25 Jun 2018

Fascinating insight into this barren world.

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Posted in AFTER

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What’s about ‘begs’? ‘He

Posted on Thu, 21 Jun 2018

What’s about ‘begs’? ‘He slipped her fruity begs over her crime-ridden hips’. Pretty hot.

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Posted in Pants

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Excellent, excellent writing.

Posted on Thu, 21 Jun 2018

Excellent, excellent writing.

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Posted in Splatters

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This is very well described.

Posted on Thu, 21 Jun 2018

This is very well described. the loss of that poor lawnmower just caged and ready! I wanted more description of the sounds you've carved so well. And the smells that rain brings - but that's a personal preference.

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Posted in Splatters

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Superb ending. Erotic without

Posted on Mon, 18 Jun 2018

Superb ending. Erotic without being filthy. Delicate without being flimsy and funny without being crude. Well judged and enjoyable.

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Posted in The Love Addict

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Enjoyed the rhythm of this

Posted on Mon, 18 Jun 2018

Enjoyed the rhythm of this one. It’s sharp and edgy. Can hear the snap of that voice.

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Posted in What I Learned

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