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StoryNether Hambleton alexwritings23 years 3 months ago
StoryTo Suburbia alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
StoryEdinburgh Buses alexwritings153 years 3 months ago
StoryFor Sale alexwritings53 years 3 months ago
StoryThe curious one-under alexwritings63 years 3 months ago
StoryMoontide alexwritings33 years 3 months ago
StoryLimbo is Eveningend (Part 2) alexwritings13 years 3 months ago
StoryLong Distance alexwritings83 years 3 months ago
StoryLimbo is Eveningend alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
StoryTea Philosophy alexwritings63 years 3 months ago
StoryImagist Suburbia alexwritings13 years 3 months ago
StorySplit alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
StoryThe punctuation hike alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
StoryTurqouise Towels And Riding Crops alexwritings53 years 3 months ago
StoryBlue Sky Thinking alexwritings13 years 3 months ago
StoryCee–Ay–En–Cee–Ee–Are alexwritings13 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Shame of Sir Saxmundham alexwritings33 years 3 months ago
StoryThe night sky over Stepney alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
StoryAnalepsis alexwritings53 years 3 months ago
StoryRetirement Options for Tube Trains: #3, Isle of Wight alexwritings03 years 3 months ago
Storymild existentialism in a coastal churchyard alexwritings33 years 3 months ago
StoryAnd then us alexwritings83 years 3 months ago
StoryPoem I forgot I wrote alexwritings13 years 3 months ago
StoryThe descent alexwritings83 years 3 months ago
StoryHilda and George Judygee153 years 4 months ago

My stories

Attic

The moonlight leaks through the bevelled glass
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Retirement Options for Tube Trains: #3 Cadnam, New Forest

Stippled with mould it lies at the foot of a lawn by a greenhouse where earthenware pots lie cracked like the summer soil.
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Cherry

Day 1. Cope Muir High

‘Cheese-brain’ is a good, sturdy, underused insult. It feels edifying to know that another precocious wordsmith like myself once sat at that desk.
Cherry

The Field

Bent over in a heat haze, a figure trudges through a field of yellow rapeseed.
Cherry

clickity click-click

I click a blue hyperlink, feeling various — the web spins like a top as I hunt down the ungraspable yarn of my mood.

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