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StoryTaranta paborama111 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Initial Comment paborama011 years 11 months ago
Collection'Forest & Loch', written in 1995-6 when I was sixteen paborama011 years 11 months ago
StoryWe'd Sailed For Years in Outer Space paborama011 years 11 months ago
StoryA Lighter Shadow paborama011 years 11 months ago
StoryParty paborama111 years 11 months ago
StoryFrom whence shall rise no more the tide paborama012 years 16 hours ago
StoryThe Rules of Holy Cross paborama312 years 5 months ago
StoryFlotsam paborama212 years 5 months ago
StoryLeaves on This Line paborama312 years 5 months ago
StoryClickety-Click paborama012 years 6 months ago
CollectionOn Track paborama012 years 6 months ago
StoryResurrection Men paborama212 years 7 months ago
StoryMrs Muhulu and the Carpet of Tears pepsoid712 years 8 months ago
StoryZest (IP) paborama912 years 9 months ago
Forum topicI'm in the news! lisa h1612 years 9 months ago
StorySleepy Time paborama212 years 9 months ago
StoryALPHA BETTY (IP) Linda Wigzell Cress2212 years 9 months ago
StoryThe A -Z of Zoe (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 9 months ago
Forum topic27.09.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook712 years 9 months ago
StoryValves paborama212 years 9 months ago
StoryOffice Harassment paborama212 years 9 months ago
StoryVILE SMUT Joe Berridge Beale212 years 9 months ago
StoryAnchored amlee412 years 10 months ago
StoryThe New Neighbor hudsonmoon1412 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Night Air

Calling us, from the frosty boats adrift on the nightened waters, softly the voices of children drifted across our encampment. Alice cooried-in...

Rattatattat

Knock-knock, three times a knock. Pulling on socks; straining to look at the clock. It's stopped! Fumbling at my pocket, I locate my 'phone and check...
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Mace

Blunt, tacit grunt alerts them, diverts them from the Gothic tracery they're engrossed in. Standing 5 feet tall, he blocks the hall from wall to wall...

Summer Fête

Delight springs eternal from the otherwise sodden streets. Acrobats, clowns, comedians, Actours! Take my hand and run with me into this or that...
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I, Cassandra

Festooned, the city belches back the flapping birds of 'Art' from the horrific pit they've slunk within these past eleven months. The augurs tell any...

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