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StoryThe Last Third Thursday Bee2010 years 2 months ago
StoryBreasts Bee4310 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat It Is blackjack-davey1310 years 5 months ago
StoryWolf-pack blackjack-davey1410 years 5 months ago
StoryWillow Bee2310 years 5 months ago
StoryFive Fathers' Days blighters rock610 years 6 months ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee2510 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Chemotherapy Red Blues Bee4010 years 6 months ago
StoryAs I Write Bee2010 years 6 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee2210 years 6 months ago
StoryWish Bee3110 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee5110 years 7 months ago
StoryTHAT Feeling! jolono2110 years 7 months ago
StoryBig Bee1910 years 7 months ago
StorySymmetry Bee2110 years 7 months ago
StoryEmpty blighters rock1010 years 8 months ago
StoryGave it to the sea Stephen Thom2110 years 8 months ago
StoryAll the Ghosts of Us Bee3110 years 8 months ago
StoryTaking Turns T_az1710 years 9 months ago
StoryFlesh and Blood (For 'Woke Up This Morning' Comp.) RJF1310 years 10 months ago
StoryDéjà vu Bee1810 years 11 months ago
StoryThe timely discovery of a world of hermits blighters rock1410 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Birth of Claustrophobia Bee2110 years 11 months ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock1610 years 11 months ago
StoryMandarin - re-write Bee2510 years 11 months ago

My stories

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Woke Up This Morning

Woke up this morning feeling fit as a fiddle. That was a nice surprise because most mornings I felt dreadful. I lay in bed for a while enjoying the...
Cherry

The end of the line

Carly stepped into the carriage and sat down. She’d had a horrible journey. She was surprised to find the carriage empty, but then it was late and...
Cherry

I know why

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When the police knocked on his door he wept. They were real tears. The police sat down with him, comforted him. They told him he mustn’t feel...
Cherry

In the name of the Father

The loss of her Father was devastating; she could hardly believe it had been nearly five years. She missed him every day but Jack had been wonderful...

Choices

The train was almost empty; just me and a teenage boy. He was a walking cliché in a hoodie and sluggish jeans. I caught his eye but he looked away...
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