Jane Hyphen

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Storythe vitality of a vessel a.lesser.thing1112 years 3 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 4 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 4 months ago
StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 4 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 4 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 4 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 5 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 5 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1112 years 5 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen212 years 5 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3512 years 5 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean312 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3412 years 5 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen212 years 6 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen612 years 6 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5212 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen212 years 6 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God212 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen312 years 8 months ago

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My stories

Infinite Sky

Hope you're not all sick of this theme. I was inspired by the competition entries.
Cherry

Lorry Man

Try to read this like a rap - If you can!
Cherry

George and Spider Part Six - The Croc

Arthur and Francis were deep in conversation as George dumped the shopping onto the counter. Arthur paused to observe his son for a few seconds, then said, 'You alright George?'

Go Feral!

Leave the unfathomable forest Enter the wonderful wood Relinquish yourself to her sylvary womb Feel at home in the earth of her hood Allow all your sap to rise freely
Cherry

Permanent Wilting Point

A place of ends, of groans and slopes Of pills in little envelopes A TV blares at mismatched chairs A room of wishy washy stares If they only knew how much they'd paid

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