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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Rancor of Gulls | berenerchamion | 4 | 13 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Findings | innes-may | 3 | 13 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Pigeon religion | well-wisher | 7 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Space | maggyvaneijk | 23 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | T.E | innes-may | 10 | 14 years 3 months ago |
My stories
The Kindest Light
Mum, it seems I haven't painted you in the best light lately. Things I've said, things I've written. Making our shadows poetic, and public. But listen, it's because I've found a voice.
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Sitting on a Plastic Chair
There was no exit strategy, no sustainability there was no protection from the wolves and nobody had the sense to lock the door.
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Tenderness
Eight or nine. You rubbed my neck in the back of the taxi. This was your apology; it was late, you were drunk again. I was stiff and angry.
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Never too Late
That rainbow shop has closed now. Amazon stole it's heart. The woman with the cerise dreadlocks went away with her amethysts and interesting books.
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Carboot
I wince as old women rummage through boxes of my underwear, much of it looking grey and tatty in the open air, in the light of day.
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