Jane Hyphen

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Storymy colleague culturehero39 years 11 months ago
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StoryLove Letter celticman219 years 11 months ago
StoryDrops of History aech99 years 11 months ago
StoryNights Such as These Silver Spun Sand79 years 11 months ago
StoryWaiting celticman109 years 11 months ago
StoryIn Passing Bee159 years 11 months ago
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StoryEvery Third Thursday Bee279 years 11 months ago
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StoryEasy Tiger. celticman179 years 11 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Six Jane Hyphen109 years 11 months ago
Story10 Near Death Experiences (but there's only 5 NDEs because I'm still alive). celticman189 years 11 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Seven Jane Hyphen119 years 11 months ago
StorySomething about foxhunting... alice sunderland79 years 12 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Five Jane Hyphen109 years 12 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Three Jane Hyphen69 years 12 months ago
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StoryOctober Rhiannonw229 years 12 months ago
StoryMy Problem with Peyote love_writing1710 years 1 day ago
StoryThe Walking Man Jane Hyphen310 years 1 day ago
StoryPeople Smugglers Rhiannonw2010 years 2 days ago
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Magpies

Walking in the dead grey November days, just slits Open wide enough to see Magpies gather in a tree ‘You’re alive,’ they rasp I check myself; a...
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Autopsy of a Boss

We don’t know how he died, he was slumped over the scanner, no real sign of injury but a drip, like a blood road, stark red against his pale skin had...
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Trodden Steps

How many trodden steps? Pain contained, muted In this our survival trance We were treading the abyss The sparks of our youth Extinguished in the mud...
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The Hidden Help

They’re back The hidden help I woke with them inside Something’s wrong They talk among themselves And they are right, just Like the voice I heard...
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Your Mother

She’s a stain on you your mother On us, a serpent brimming spite Casts her venom spit-hissed And there’s no hope No light relief, no antidote Each...

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