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I have 285 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 425450 times and 105 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Smugglers

A lamb lay upon its back at the foot of the chalk cliffs, guillemots plucking at its gutstrings like deft tailors. While a bandy-legged shepherd led his charges down paths of wet scree and spume cuffed the white undercliff
Cherry

Nook

She wrapped the babe in swatches filched from the pantry, where Cook stretched muslin over tins of treacle and candied dates to keep the rats from feasting.

An Open Letter To The Manager Of The "Local Saloon", Black Mountain Hills, Dakota

Dear Sir, I am writing on behalf of my client, Mr Rocco Racoon, concerning his recent stay at your establishment on the fourth of last month, during the town's annual 'Hoedown'. His account of the visit raises some serious questions over the Local Saloon's adherence to current 'Duty of Care' statutes as detailed in State legislature, particularly with regard to its notoriously laissez-faire firearms policy and inability to provide a fit and qualified medical professional in the case of an emergency.

Terminal Two - Ninth Episode: The Elocution Will Not Be Televised

Dialling through a tumult of sonic nonsense, Delphine caught the name 'Firework' and froze. She wound back till the fuzz bottomed out into dialogue: '¦ so he says, "Know her? Mate, I'm married to her!' Silence. 'So who says? Columpton what in Jenkins' name are you talking about?' 'Search me guv ' that's the only bit I remember. It's a joke, innit.'
Cherry

Terminal Two: Eighth Episode - Executions Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Started during a particularly dull autumn, the war with the Chorizo was originally conceived as an antidote to rising existential indifference amongst the Maranaloka citizenry. Authorities hoped that by introducing a fictional external threat they might provide enough of a draw to stop people noticing life's essential crappiness, and, for a time, the ruse worked, hapless drudges drafted in to construct and operate ranks of gargantuan roof-mounted cannon while pamphleteers stalked the streets, crowing baleful warnings about the 'hidden' enemy, insisting the Chorizo had never been seen or previously heard of because they were 'sly'.

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