Jambeadie

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StoryWhen We Used to Chase Their Car Jambeadie210 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Teenagers (1/2) Jambeadie211 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Teenagers (2/2) Jambeadie211 years 3 months ago
StoryThe National Cup Jambeadie011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Pigeon Loft Jambeadie111 years 9 months ago
CollectionShort stories Jambeadie011 years 11 months ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1511 years 11 months ago
StoryHot Air Balloon Jambeadie811 years 11 months ago
StorySlaveboarding Jambeadie011 years 11 months ago
StorySnow Day Jambeadie411 years 11 months ago
StoryBad Blood Jambeadie111 years 11 months ago
StoryMr Wheeldon Jambeadie311 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Great Years Jambeadie111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dark Alley Crew Jambeadie412 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionPoems Jambeadie012 years 8 months ago
StoryMiss Bradshaw Jambeadie512 years 11 months ago
StoryKnickers Jambeadie613 years 3 months ago

My stories

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Miss Bradshaw

Miss Bradshaw came to us in the March of year four...

Mr Wheeldon

You'd see his flat-cap bobbing roadside of the field, Pulled along by a yapping dog. Hear him tell strangers, 'He wunner bite ya.' Once the farmer -...
Gold cherry

Knickers

I was lying alone in a double bed, doing terrible things to some pairs of knickers. I had found them in the dirty-clothes basket at the foot of the bed.

The Great Years

This street, that Greggs, Before morning registrations; The burger van on a Friday. Rain against the windows of Subway And Colonel Mustard’s And the...
Gold cherry

Snow Day

‘Conal says she’s a screamer,’ said Flint, untangling his headphones as the bus rattled up the hill and past the rec...

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