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StoryAt home with a toddler, during a pandemic... HipPriest63 years 12 months ago
StorySwings and Roundabouts HipPriest03 years 12 months ago
StoryProfessor Tarnasus In the Great Temple of Stone, Mud and Illusion, New Year's Day, 1918. Kilb5084 years 11 months ago
StoryZombies of the Empire HipPriest08 years 11 months ago
CollectionLife Writing HipPriest010 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoetry HipPriest010 years 8 months ago
CollectionFiction HipPriest010 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Launch of The Laurelwood, 31 May 1969 HipPriest010 years 9 months ago
StorySome kind of Priest HipPriest110 years 9 months ago
StoryHaiku #2 - A Woman HipPriest110 years 9 months ago
StoryHaiku #1 - A Man HipPriest110 years 9 months ago
StoryFancy a cuppa? HipPriest310 years 9 months ago
StoryDuggy Giro and The Useless Generation HipPriest210 years 9 months ago
Forum topicProse Pentathlon Anthology HipPriest310 years 10 months ago
StoryDarren Makes a Stand HipPriest1110 years 10 months ago
StoryMaybe Now You Can Rest HipPriest211 years 1 day ago
StoryHappy Now? HipPriest1011 years 2 days ago
StoryThey Think They Know Everything HipPriest711 years 3 days ago
StoryWhitley Bay Paradox alice sunderland611 years 3 days ago
StoryBasement Baby OliviaStJames611 years 3 days ago
StoryTony,The Voice In His Head. jolono2311 years 3 days ago
StoryDistant to guilt Highhat1711 years 3 days ago
StoryThe Last Text jolono2211 years 1 week ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1811 years 1 week ago
StoryWhen you're ready HipPriest511 years 1 week ago

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My stories

Cherry

At home with a toddler, during a pandemic...

I squeeze the sponge. Soapy water runs over my hands; hands so clean the skin is wearing away. Eyes stare into space through the kitchen window. The...

Swings and Roundabouts

Abandoned play park Moving gently in the breeze Swings and roundabouts

Zombies of the Empire

A city levelled by a blitzkrieg blast, Rebuilt by brutal flat-pack architects. Walled in by shadows, anchored in the past, The zombies of the empire...

Maybe Now You Can Rest

It shocked me to hear, Though it came as no suprise And at Christmas, what a statement! How very you. I reckon ten years had passed Since we last saw each other

Happy Now?

My entry for Heat 5 of the prose pentathlon

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