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StoryMy Special Sausages (Talking Head) Schubert42 months 4 weeks ago
StoryThink I'd Better Start Again (Talking Head) Schubert03 months 3 weeks ago
StoryWhat's It Got To Do With Him? Schubert13 months 3 weeks ago
StoryWinter Journey Schubert15 months 2 weeks ago
StoryWhen the Penny Drops Schubert511 months 21 hours ago
StoryKeyboard Addick Ewan111 months 2 weeks ago
StorySpilled Ink Ewan111 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Bag Muck Evictions Schubert511 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Knife Grinder's Curse Schubert71 year 6 days ago
StoryTruck Stop Schubert21 year 3 months ago
StoryThe Day Room Schubert31 year 3 months ago
StoryKeen as Mustard Schubert41 year 3 months ago
StoryThe Decline and Fall of Silas Bream Schubert22 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Autumn of Her Years Schubert52 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Inheritance Schubert32 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Black Castle Schubert42 years 8 months ago
StoryWhite Fedora - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon143 years 1 week ago
StoryI won't leave my Walled Garden Jane Hyphen163 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Note Book (Part 4) Schubert03 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGladsheim (Part 3) Schubert43 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGladsheim (Part 2) Schubert33 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGladsheim (Part1) Schubert63 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNothing to Declare Schubert03 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Note Book (Part3) Schubert23 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Trophy Wall luigi_pagano63 years 2 weeks ago

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My Special Sausages (Talking Head)

Jack is a ruddy complexioned fifty year old butcher, standing at the workbench in his shop, dressed in whites with a blue striped apron and boning a...
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Think I'd Better Start Again (Talking Head)

God sitting in his control room with a bank of CCTV screens in front of him. Long white beard and a pained expression, spills his tea, curses, and...
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What's It Got To Do With Him?

Oh! please no. It’s still October for god’s sake. It’s a criminal offence. I’m still avoiding conkers on the pavement outside the school. My dahlias...
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Winter Journey

The winter of 1827 in Vienna was savage and relentless. Life in his tiny attic apartment had become almost unbearable as the cold gripped Viennese...
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The Bag Muck Evictions

When we emerged onto the smoke shrouded platform at Doncaster railway Station, we were astounded to see another hundred or so bobbies milling around...

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