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StoryGratitude alexwritings11 year 9 months ago
StoryWreck alexwritings11 year 9 months ago
StoryBlue seashore412 years 1 month ago
StoryRobert Fergusson alexwritings83 years 10 months ago
CollectionOff-Peak Return alexwritings04 years 4 months ago
StoryMitch (Chapter Two) alexwritings24 years 4 months ago
StoryThe ticket (Chapter One) alexwritings124 years 4 months ago
StoryGoodbye rosaliekempthorne64 years 7 months ago
StoryThe late 80s alexwritings34 years 7 months ago
StorySven Goes to War. Part 1. Warriors of the Wasteland drew_gummerson264 years 7 months ago
StoryRetirement options for tube trains, #9 Staffordshire alexwritings04 years 9 months ago
StoryO tempora! alexwritings04 years 10 months ago
StoryRetirement options for tube trains, #7, Foulness Island alexwritings44 years 10 months ago
StoryGoodbye, room alexwritings24 years 10 months ago
StoryThe agony and the ecstacy Truth42265 years 2 months ago
Collection2020 alexwritings05 years 3 months ago
StoryStone onemorething175 years 4 months ago
StoryIn the dark Parson Thru55 years 10 months ago
StoryRiver's up Parson Thru105 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for submission alexwritings25 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for submission alexwritings25 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for submission alexwritings35 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for publication alexwritings105 years 11 months ago
StoryFresher Digs alexwritings55 years 11 months ago
Storyremoved for publication alexwritings05 years 11 months ago

My stories

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Gratitude

When my son was born under a cornucopia of strip lights and blades I wanted to bear hug the ECG monitor to glide into the mains to race through the...
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Gold cherry

Robert Fergusson

b. 1750 — d. 1774 The gold solder of a two-day opium come down leaks through the lattice of your thoughts as you lay buckled in the dung-leavened...
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Cherry

Wreck

Scummy water tongues the smashed-out portholes as the anchor locker glugs in the evening tide. The radar is motionless, rust-riven after years of...
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Cherry

The late 80s

magnetic notes exhaling
Cherry

Mitch (Chapter Two)

He relished her like this, supping out every last drop of her collapsing spirit like a spider with a fly.

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This is a lovely poem. Great

Posted on Sun, 10 May 2020

This is a lovely poem. Great concept behind it and wonderfully executed ! Alex x

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