Jane Hyphen

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StoryDrops of History aech910 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNights Such as These Silver Spun Sand710 years 4 weeks ago
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StoryIn Passing Bee1510 years 1 month ago
StoryNovember Arboretum Rhiannonw1110 years 1 month ago
StoryEvery Third Thursday Bee2710 years 1 month ago
StoryFireworks In Store philwhiteland710 years 1 month ago
StoryEasy Tiger. celticman1710 years 1 month ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Six Jane Hyphen1010 years 1 month ago
Story10 Near Death Experiences (but there's only 5 NDEs because I'm still alive). celticman1810 years 1 month ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Seven Jane Hyphen1110 years 1 month ago
StorySomething about foxhunting... alice sunderland710 years 1 month ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Five Jane Hyphen1010 years 1 month ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Three Jane Hyphen610 years 1 month ago
StoryBirdman h_v_h310 years 1 month ago
StoryBoy Bee1910 years 1 month ago
StoryOctober Rhiannonw2210 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Problem with Peyote love_writing1710 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Walking Man Jane Hyphen310 years 1 month ago
StoryPeople Smugglers Rhiannonw2010 years 1 month ago
Storyspider town celticman1310 years 1 month ago
StoryTell-tale Tit! Rhiannonw2110 years 2 months ago
StoryFix You celticman1110 years 2 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter Four Jane Hyphen510 years 2 months ago
StoryJake Mutant - Chapter One Jane Hyphen1010 years 2 months ago

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Brooksy

I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to Dire Straits but when one of those songs unexpectedly enters my consciousness it’s rather like a punctuation...
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Somebody Sang and I saw the Colour Blue

Somebody sang and I saw the colour blue a long song about distance, how far.. How far are the things which are just out of reach? In searching we...
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The Dirty Christmas Kiss

Life is twisted, things don’t always go in straight lines but as long as you can get back on the path, you might be okay; that was the conclusion I...
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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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