Jane Hyphen

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StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Biscuits in Parliament Jane Hyphen812 years 10 months ago
StoryA Dead Man Knocked My Door Jane Hyphen612 years 10 months ago
StoryHave You Seen My Nipple Tape? Jane Hyphen512 years 10 months ago
StoryInfinite Sky Jane Hyphen312 years 10 months ago
StoryPermanent Wilting Point Jane Hyphen712 years 10 months ago
StoryBishops with Vaginas Jane Hyphen1012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Verge adora312 years 10 months ago
Story21st Century If......... Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
CollectionRidiculum vulgaris Jane Hyphen012 years 10 months ago
CollectionDeath Jane Hyphen012 years 10 months ago
CollectionBastards Jane Hyphen012 years 10 months ago
StoryUnlikely Events and Impossible Truths h_v_h312 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Mannequins of Big Sur K-Burgin1512 years 11 months ago
StoryOn Sizzling Days Jane Hyphen012 years 11 months ago
StoryMidsummer Stillness Jane Hyphen013 years 1 day ago
StoryTHE FERRIS WHEEL Linda Wigzell Cress1913 years 1 day ago
StoryThe Drowning Pool The Walrus013 years 2 days ago
StoryWaste Jane Hyphen113 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eleven - The Final Plans Jane Hyphen113 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Nine - The Lawns Estate cont'd Jane Hyphen013 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story cont'd Jane Hyphen013 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story cont'd Jane Hyphen013 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Six - The Croc Jane Hyphen013 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four cont'd Jane Hyphen113 years 1 week ago

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The End of the Evening

‘Can we move the table a bit Arni, I want to be in the shade.’ Arnold removed the wine glasses and placed them carefully on the ground, he held the...
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Duka's Return

‘Enver, Enver, your lunch!’ The dappled shade from the pine tree is perfect for sitting and writing but he never gets further than the first two...
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Teeth

Teeth, pale stones planted deep In pits of fleshy pink, glistening Within the black hole, the orifice Of sustenance, speech and breath Blankets of...
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Ant

The sun is shining Hot air builds Heat haze hovers And hoovers into holes Heed the Hymenoptera The ant is out Out and about And all its kith and kin...

Base Camp

I know this place This space, my landing After that familiar fall Towards the silence Of my enduring cell I’ve been here before Closed and still...

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