markashley
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Epitaph in Red | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | End Game | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Four Thousand Dreams | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Do I Still Believe | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Empty Road | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Froppington Gore | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Fireside Song | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | G) EFL Student Love Song | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Eating Russia | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | F) Telephone Travels | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | G) Day's Journey | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | E) Silver Steel Siren | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | F) In one blink the eyelid closed | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | G) Casting Shadows | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | E) Days in finite circles | markashley | 0 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | ABCtales and The Big Issue | tcook | 11 | 19 years 6 months ago |
My stories
X) Who Are You
You are secret scribbles on coloured card, And forgotten names in dusty halls. You are the life that runs through golden field, And furtive fumblings...
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- 840 reads
What we see if we choose to look
sliced upon slate my glowing spark in a lost fireplace we see only what our eyes allow drift on billowing currents of warmed air and mud leaves...
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- 979 reads
Unfinished rant
and what are we stir stick disposable cardboard cutouts renting rooms in a take-away life quick fix made-for-TV remakes of the children we wanted to...
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- 927 reads
The Sunday After
My haze cloud memory And pain ache hobble Rode through the lights That framed your kiss And placed you full faced In the sweet warm silent
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- 928 reads