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StoryI’m Not Interested Alfie Shoyger41 month 1 week ago
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Once upon a time there was a prince Or was it a dragon? I don’t remember. This is what happens when you find yourself in the wrong story.

At the world’s end

If i only had nine minutes left With you would we spend them talking And would there be anything Left to say after all This time or would words Be...
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Congratulations on your acquisition Of your new söndrig relationship status

Vinegar moon

These are the waning moon days, not honey but vinegar, the winding down days, apportioning days, disassembling days. What once was ours, now simply...
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Histories of a small town in Ontario

We were a town before there was a country, homesteads clustering, Grown from blood and dirt and starvation. Ships came over from Ireland. Don’t ask,...


4 of my comments have received 5 Great Feedback votes

2 Votes

That. Um. Wow. I don’t know

Posted on Sat, 02 Jun 2018

That. Um. Wow. I don’t know whether to laugh or be horrified. Poor Drake. And Loretta. (In my head, Drake and Loretta become friends, Bedlam eats Drake’s mother, and everyone lives happily ever after.)

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Posted in And? - Bedlam

1 Vote

This is stunning, and

Posted on Wed, 20 Jun 2018

This is stunning, and important. Been there, rings true, and I know for blokes the stigma takes its own particular vicious form. Hang in and keep writing.

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Posted in The Iceberg

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This is just lovely.

Posted on Tue, 19 Jun 2018

This is just lovely.

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Posted in I have an imaginary daughter

1 Vote

Really solid writing, and I

Posted on Tue, 02 Jan 2018

Really solid writing, and I like the shape of it.

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Posted in The Journey Back