Jane Hyphen

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StoryVacant Jane Hyphen512 years 8 months ago
Storythe vitality of a vessel a.lesser.thing1112 years 8 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 9 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 9 months ago
StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 9 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 9 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 9 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 10 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 10 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1112 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3512 years 10 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean312 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3412 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen612 years 11 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5212 years 11 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen212 years 11 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 5 days ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 1 month ago

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Head Fuzz

What is the cure for head fuzz? The stealth mist that seeks And cloaks the under-achiever Reducing them to non-believer The fog which bellows forth To choke the thought The best ideas

Beshley and Simone - Part Two

Aunty Joan looked old, impossibly old. She became old overnight when her only child Julian had taken his own life aged just seventeen, that was almost twenty five years ago.

Beshley and Simone - Part One (Of Two)

That was the thing about Reading; it was just never quite, and neither could it be, a pleasant place to live.

George and Spider Part Eleven - The Final Plans

The busiest time of George's week by far was a Friday evening during the hours before Maxene returned home from work.

What am I?

Am I a shadow of my former self, or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime? Am I dreaming, yet to wake, and break the membrane of perceived sentience?

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