Jane Hyphen

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StoryA celebration of austerity Terrence Oblong1010 years 11 months ago
StoryFor the Love of Her Silver Spun Sand610 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Scrambled Eggplant - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1410 years 12 months ago
StoryChinese Girlfriend Jane Hyphen610 years 12 months ago
StoryRambling celticman1111 years 3 days ago
StoryLemon Shark Jane Hyphen411 years 1 week ago
Storysnap celticman1311 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Who's Who of Who Jane Hyphen311 years 1 week ago
StoryBarcelona Midnight pleurotus311 years 1 week ago
StoryLet's Move On Immediately-Part Two geegogs1811 years 1 week ago
StoryCURSE Bee1911 years 2 months ago
Storyyou get what not celticman2011 years 2 months ago
StorySeven Sins agnosticnun811 years 2 months ago
StoryHow To Train Your Dog K-Burgin1411 years 3 months ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne511 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Shelf- Part Three Jane Hyphen211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Shelf - Part Two Jane Hyphen211 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Shelf Jane Hyphen211 years 11 months ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1512 years 1 month ago
Blog entryChristine Hamill on ABCtales, Breast Cancer and Getting Published Luke Neima1412 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Children and the Ugg-Ugg well-wisher312 years 2 months ago
StoryHumanity Bee1712 years 2 months ago
Blog entryStan’s Novel – In the Day – Is Now Available Luke Neima412 years 3 months ago
StoryOrdinary Demons Jane Hyphen012 years 3 months ago
StoryI am never drinking again amateur712 years 3 months ago

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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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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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