Jane Hyphen

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StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen213 years 5 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate213 years 6 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish313 years 6 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen413 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1113 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen213 years 6 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 7 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean313 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3413 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen213 years 7 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen613 years 7 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5213 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen213 years 8 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 9 months ago

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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?
Cherry

George and Spider Part Ten - The Momentum cont'd

The following evening George returned to the area, this time disguised as a jogger. Dressed in some old tracksuit bottoms, trainers and a cap, he ran up and down the length of the main road.
Cherry

The Digbeth Tripe House

I dreamt of The Digbeth Tripe House The building seemed to sigh and creek Beneath the warping Tudor beams And weary men who stand in line The frankest of nourishments they seek

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