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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | I Cry, You Speak | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 8 years 4 months ago |
| Story | I don't | Daniel Saint-John | 9 | 8 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Storm | Silver Spun Sand | 18 | 8 years 4 months ago |
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Turqouise Towels And Riding Crops
Even depression these days is branded in London. Mine is delivered as a blank parcel to the mind, its contents an image of the Hanger Lane Gyratory...
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An homage to plastic cutlery (part 1)
In the warm cabin, The girl swept the crepe mixture round the circular griddle like a World War II radar. The other side of the counter, the air was crisp and cold.
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Blue Sky Thinking
Boxing Day at Stansted; each expression is the scab-picked wound of a Christmas too quickly spent.
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Cee–Ay–En–Cee–Ee–Are
“It’s fine, my boy – Mummy’s treatment is a game of Space Invaders very nearly won.”
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Imagist Suburbia
The evening light tan-coloured on the high-rise draws out its Sky dishes like blackheads;
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