Jane Hyphen

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StoryKim Kardashian’s weight delapruch112 years 6 months ago
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Storythe vitality of a vessel a.lesser.thing1112 years 6 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 6 months ago
StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 7 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 7 months ago
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StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 8 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1112 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
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StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3412 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen612 years 8 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 8 months ago
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StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen212 years 9 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God212 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen312 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Night Writing

Black ice on the road again Me and my dog Bob Chasing down the night riders Carving up the fog This road could take us anywhere There's promise on these bends And even on the darkest nights
Cherry

I Hope You've Got A Daughter Now

Summer 88 Peer Pressure Aztec Camera, Deacon Blue I didn't even fancy you The others did, why didn't I? I was childish and frigid Awkward and shy Sticking safely to the impossibility

You CAN Polish a Turd

There is a place in Ireland, Where it's said they can polish a turd. With rags and Vim; On spits they spin; With nosepegs on, The ladies smooth; With deftful fingers, And lightening moves,

The Bad News

The bad news came in spoken words Absurdities in deadpan tones My manners saved me from myself 'Well thanks,' I said, 'for all your help.' While inward beat a heavy drum

Cillit Bang

An illicit bang with Barry On his spotless kitchen floor His powerful Squirt Zero dirt What lady could want more? I've been watching you Barry Scott I know where you live
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