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StoryBishops with Vaginas Jane Hyphen1012 years 12 months ago
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StoryThe Reluctant Traveller. rask_balavoine613 years 3 months ago
StoryKnickers Jambeadie613 years 4 months ago
Forum topicDepressives Anonymous? blighters rock1313 years 4 months ago
StoryBog Roll ItsSteveDave1513 years 4 months ago
StoryNotes on a Long-Haul Flight MistakenMagic1913 years 4 months ago
StoryHe's tough braintrain113 years 4 months ago
Storyto swim at any cost sari geron ligh...413 years 4 months ago
StoryIS BRITAIN BECOMING TOO AMERICANISED? EleanorPritchard413 years 5 months ago
StoryThe specks in whose eye? Rhiannonw413 years 5 months ago
StoryQuestions on the Coach Chastol1813 years 5 months ago
StoryBiography barboy413 years 5 months ago
StoryOne Mad Moment Sooz006913 years 5 months ago
Forum topicFirst public reading... help?! Lem1613 years 5 months ago
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StoryMy Kingfisher moorhens713 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicJust Off the Top of Your Head... Savx1514 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Sodomy Chronicles lostinthepacific214 years 3 months ago
StoryJulian asks about Storks jolono614 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat became of St Polycarp's Luly Whisper614 years 3 months ago
Storya Bradley Manning poem seannelson514 years 3 months ago
StoryA Very Short Rumination on My Current Haircut hudsonmoon1014 years 4 months ago

My stories

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Novemberly thinking.

As this short, sad November day begins to draw quietly to an unremarkable close, the sun comes out and fills the garden with a strange, wet, yellow...
Cherry

Red, red wine.

A mollitious warmth stole through my inward parts this evening as I directed a river of red Italian wine down my throat. Although it was an...
Cherry

Bucharest and all that.

A man sits at a small, round table outside a café in the busy Macca Vilacrosse arcade – hardly a noteworthy sight. On the table sits the empty cup...
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Cherry

Whiskey and wet pine cones.

Late last night I took a new bottle of whiskey outside and sat under the pine tree with the low branches in the back garden. Rain came on, fine rain...
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Cherry

Flute has no bottom.

“So then, this is life. It's not quite what I expected" said the one I had decided to call Flute on account of his floaty, melodic voice. "What...
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