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StoryAt home with a toddler, during a pandemic... HipPriest66 years 2 months ago
StorySwings and Roundabouts HipPriest06 years 2 months ago
StoryProfessor Tarnasus In the Great Temple of Stone, Mud and Illusion, New Year's Day, 1918. Kilb5087 years 2 months ago
StoryZombies of the Empire HipPriest011 years 2 months ago
CollectionLife Writing HipPriest012 years 10 months ago
CollectionPoetry HipPriest012 years 10 months ago
CollectionFiction HipPriest012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Launch of The Laurelwood, 31 May 1969 HipPriest013 years 1 week ago
StorySome kind of Priest HipPriest113 years 1 week ago
StoryHaiku #2 - A Woman HipPriest113 years 1 week ago
StoryHaiku #1 - A Man HipPriest113 years 1 week ago
StoryFancy a cuppa? HipPriest313 years 1 week ago
StoryDuggy Giro and The Useless Generation HipPriest213 years 1 week ago
Forum topicProse Pentathlon Anthology HipPriest313 years 1 month ago
StoryDarren Makes a Stand HipPriest1113 years 1 month ago
StoryMaybe Now You Can Rest HipPriest213 years 2 months ago
StoryHappy Now? HipPriest1013 years 3 months ago
StoryThey Think They Know Everything HipPriest713 years 3 months ago
StoryWhitley Bay Paradox alice sunderland613 years 3 months ago
StoryBasement Baby OliviaStJames613 years 3 months ago
StoryTony,The Voice In His Head. jolono2313 years 3 months ago
StoryDistant to guilt Highhat1513 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Last Text jolono2213 years 3 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1813 years 3 months ago
StoryWhen you're ready HipPriest513 years 3 months 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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