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StoryBishops with Vaginas Jane Hyphen1012 years 9 months ago
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StoryThe Reluctant Traveller. rask_balavoine613 years 1 month ago
StoryKnickers Jambeadie613 years 1 month ago
Forum topicDepressives Anonymous? blighters rock1413 years 2 months ago
StoryBog Roll ItsSteveDave1513 years 2 months ago
StoryNotes on a Long-Haul Flight MistakenMagic1913 years 2 months ago
StoryHe's tough braintrain113 years 2 months ago
Storyto swim at any cost sari geron ligh...413 years 2 months ago
StoryIS BRITAIN BECOMING TOO AMERICANISED? EleanorPritchard413 years 2 months ago
StoryThe specks in whose eye? Rhiannonw413 years 2 months ago
StoryQuestions on the Coach Chastol1813 years 2 months ago
StoryBiography barboy513 years 2 months ago
StoryOne Mad Moment Sooz006913 years 2 months ago
Forum topicFirst public reading... help?! Lem1713 years 3 months ago
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StoryMy Kingfisher moorhens713 years 3 months ago
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StoryThe Sodomy Chronicles lostinthepacific214 years 4 weeks ago
StoryJulian asks about Storks jolono614 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat became of St Polycarp's Luly Whisper614 years 1 month ago
Storya Bradley Manning poem seannelson514 years 1 month ago
StoryA Very Short Rumination on My Current Haircut hudsonmoon1014 years 2 months ago

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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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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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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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A still moment.

This quiet evening, just as darkness swallows up what remains of a long, grey afternoon, I stand by the open window looking out over the garden and...
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Alexandria

There used to be a boat that sailed from Piraeus via Latakia in Syria then on to Alexandria on the north coast of Egypt. Then it was back to Piraeus...
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