Jane Hyphen

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StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 11 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 11 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 11 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 11 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 12 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen413 years 3 hours ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1113 years 13 hours ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen213 years 5 days ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 1 week ago
StoryNewborn pbdean313 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen613 years 3 weeks ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen213 years 1 month ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 1 month ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 2 months ago

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Pineapple Emptiness

Pineapple emptiness, avocado doom Melon melancholic, manic medlar, guava gloom Damson desolation, durian despair Apricot aggression, raspberry rage...
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Jack Mutant - Which Way Is Down (2)

There was no doubt he felt more grown-up as he approached his new school, Sandpools Academy; locals dropped the d and it was pronounced simply as...

Jack Mutant - Which Way Is Down (1)

‘What form are you in again Jack?’ ‘7G, I’m in 7G mum.’ Jack coughed, coughed it away. His form number seemed loaded with doom, 7G; the seven being...
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The Trees That Make It Bearable

The trees that make it bearable Have something to show me Something to say, they whisper All anew in May, rustling Fresh taffeta layers that Spell...
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Poem of the week

The Call Centre

Inside the monitor, head-set melded Ear-bending, say nothing Flesh pressed against the glass Too thick to break Too little space to knock or air to...

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