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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Pool | sillygirl | 12 | 13 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Bishops with Vaginas | Jane Hyphen | 10 | 13 years 4 months ago |
| Story | River Swimming | jem | 6 | 13 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Reluctant Traveller. | rask_balavoine | 6 | 13 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Knickers | Jambeadie | 6 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Forum topic | Depressives Anonymous? | blighters rock | 13 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Bog Roll | ItsSteveDave | 15 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Notes on a Long-Haul Flight | MistakenMagic | 19 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | He's tough | braintrain | 1 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | to swim at any cost | sari geron ligh... | 4 | 13 years 9 months ago |
| Story | IS BRITAIN BECOMING TOO AMERICANISED? | EleanorPritchard | 4 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The specks in whose eye? | Rhiannonw | 4 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Questions on the Coach | Chastol | 18 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Biography | barboy | 4 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | One Mad Moment | Sooz006 | 9 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Forum topic | First public reading... help?! | Lem | 16 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Ex | alex_tomlin | 16 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | My Kingfisher | moorhens | 7 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Duty | Mattismyname | 7 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | a poephol in the garden | ephraim crud | 9 | 14 years 3 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Just Off the Top of Your Head... | Savx | 15 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Sodomy Chronicles | lostinthepacific | 2 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Julian asks about Storks | jolono | 6 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | What became of St Polycarp's | Luly Whisper | 6 | 14 years 8 months ago |
| Story | a Bradley Manning poem | seannelson | 5 | 14 years 8 months ago |
My stories
My spot.
A man with unruly blond hair and a ginger beard was sitting in my spot when I entered the cafe today. Moreover, the lout had his feet up on the seat...
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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...
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- 207 reads
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...
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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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- 721 reads
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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- 491 reads