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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | My Great Aunt Nell | paborama | 2 | 13 years 4 days ago |
| Forum topic | Published! | Cloven Hoof | 34 | 13 years 4 days ago |
| Story | Jimmy | paborama | 4 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Country Miles And His Flammable Piles (bedtime stories for the child inside) | The Talisman | 7 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | My Boss and her Homelife | paborama | 2 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Scurrying home on a Winter here | paborama | 4 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Infinite Sky | paborama | 2 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Giveaway of Autographed Infinite Sky ARC on Good Reads | chelseyflood | 5 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Smacked Donkey | paborama | 2 | 13 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Fag-it Girls | Sooz006 | 15 | 13 years 4 months ago |
| Story | vermouth | paborama | 1 | 13 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Keyhole | paborama | 2 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Rubik's Cube | paborama | 2 | 13 years 11 months ago |
My stories
Fun fair
There were others before her So there is no reason why There can't be others after her We last danced in June O, so many dances we'd had I keep them...
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- 598 reads
Blood flow
There are no pipe-cleaners for the aortic valve But love is a sure way out And holding hands in the auditorium dark Is the preferred medical salve...
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- 581 reads
Monday, I suppose
White van man, get a dirtier van, Your reflections are blinding me And the early morning sun Is giving me a wist for my bed Woman in the wolf-...
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The Wolf
Pads, feet smelly Talking in whistles, howls Wind soughing Fur, cold, shelter Stomach grumbles Whines. Family Spittle frozen on lip Final meal appeal...
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- 608 reads
Biscuit crisp
Among the green bejungled night A pride of parsley stopped to fight. Espying crude their image I Denounced my horse and made to fly. I set-off at...
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- 666 reads