J. A. Stapleton

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StorySecond Diary Entry (No.13) J. A. Stapleton410 years 11 months ago
StoryPushed. J. A. Stapleton210 years 11 months ago
StoryFirst Diary Entry (No.12) J. A. Stapleton410 years 11 months ago
StoryA Walk in the Dusk J. A. Stapleton510 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Genesis People - Chapters 1 & 2 Jon McBaker110 years 12 months ago
CollectionOdds and Sods - Short Stories J. A. Stapleton011 years 2 days ago
CollectionLoyalty - or A Boy Born of Two Fathers. J. A. Stapleton011 years 2 days ago
StoryOpening Letters J. A. Stapleton311 years 2 days ago
StoryThrough the Looking Glass J. A. Stapleton411 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCaponed. J. A. Stapleton111 years 1 month ago
StorySeeping Through the Lavender - Chapter I J. A. Stapleton211 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Conspiracy: Chapter Two [Part I] J. A. Stapleton511 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Drunk (Western Short Story) well-wisher311 years 2 months ago
StorySpare Parts grover611 years 2 months ago
CollectionThe Conspiracy J. A. Stapleton011 years 2 months ago

My stories

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'13. Palermo.

’13. Palermo. Great Britain. When I was eight or nine I recall sitting around my ‘Uncle’s’ conservatory in his three-quarters of a million-pound...
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'Till You're Home Again

“It seemed a fitting song to kiss the America I knew goodbye: You Belong to Me – The Duprees. I heard it first back in ’62 when America was merely an...
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Paint It, Red (Part II of II) REVISED.

4 ♯ It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black. ♯ -- -- sat upright in his seat and filled the rear-door compartment of his ’62 Lincoln...
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Paint It, Red (Part II of II)

4 The tires of the black ’62 Lincoln Continental dug in and spat out the gravel with frustration. It drew alongside the flight of steps leading into...
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Paint It, Red (Part I of II)

1 An hour later I was back in my cell, sweating again, plotting my own death. I missed my wife Katharine terribly. But, above all things circulating...

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