Stephen Thom

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StoryRemember? bluebirdtales57 years 7 months ago
StoryCherry St. Sours (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney107 years 7 months ago
StoryDaguerreotype Philip Sidney237 years 7 months ago
StoryCC 49: Offer to Disembowel Comedy from Within sean mcnulty67 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Red Leaf love_writing17 years 7 months ago
StoryInfectious seashore197 years 7 months ago
StoryOnce paborama107 years 7 months ago
Storytears were not enough celticman127 years 7 months ago
StoryTrolleyed hoalarg1117 years 7 months ago
StoryRubha nan Gall (Stranger's Point) Lighthouse Melkur37 years 7 months ago
StoryJealous little man denni1187 years 7 months ago
StorySticks Stephen Thom227 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Return seashore237 years 8 months ago
Storybibliophile kid (excerpt) - "a journey south" culturehero47 years 8 months ago
StoryOn the Shores Richard L. Prov...47 years 8 months ago
StorySynaesthetic Musings Rhiannonw87 years 8 months ago
StoryLARCENY moonphish47 years 8 months ago
StoryDon't Blink seank8827 years 8 months ago
StoryLighthouses 3 Stephen Thom67 years 8 months ago
StoryFresh Beginnings ( Pt 2 ) skinner_jennifer147 years 8 months ago
StorySelfies hoalarg147 years 8 months ago
StoryThey Called Him a Tramp. I Called Him Joe Silver Spun Sand187 years 8 months ago
StoryLighthouses 2 Stephen Thom17 years 8 months ago
StoryLighthouses 1 Stephen Thom77 years 8 months ago
StoryFresh Beginnings skinner_jennifer157 years 8 months ago

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Foundations

Yourself The automatic doors snark an impatient hiss and he rushes out. Clots of rain thrum the sidewalks. He ducks into a phone box and it is a...
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How to make snow

1747 The slip of beach was cold and grey and along it a line of robed figures knelt before the aperture. Heavy rain pasted their cloaks and hoods to...
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Cocoon

The van beat a clunking, jittery path through the endless twists of gravel road. The driver flicked his fag butt out the window. 'You got three days...
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String

Alongside The envelope was cut clear from the blue of the carpet. K stooped to pick it up. He was turning to deposit it beside the phone when...
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Waves

Rain spat bitterly, and the wind buffeted him along. The shop windows carried Tom's blurry reflection under veils of condensation, slipping in and...

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