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StoryX - Miscellany: A Moral Tale rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryV - The System is Down rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryW - Shell Song rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryZ - The Truth Hurts rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryY - Statutory Rites rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryZodiac Whisper rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryX - Short Story rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryY - Sexdeathhaiku rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryV - Uneasy Dreams rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryWall rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryTelephone rokkitnite211 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Pranksters rokkitnite311 years 7 months ago
StoryTim Clare For Regent rokkitnite411 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Theme From Rocky rokkitnite211 years 7 months ago
StoryMiss Scarlet Always Moves First rokkitnite211 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Grid rokkitnite211 years 7 months ago
StorySomething in me, I suppose, must be going blind rokkitnite211 years 7 months ago
StoryQ & A With Jacques Rancourt rokkitnite311 years 7 months ago
StoryMiss Tempest Thinks rokkitnite111 years 7 months ago
StoryPoetical Science rokkitnite111 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Sestina Code rokkitnite111 years 7 months ago
StoryOde To The Spineless Bastard Who Cloned My Debit Card rokkitnite611 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Favourite Song rokkitnite1011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Impossible Deathbed Lament of S. McDuck rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe No-Cry Sleep Solution rokkitnite011 years 7 months ago

My stories

After Hours At The Granbull And Farfetch'd

This is a poem inspired by my current favourite video game, Pokémon. Also, if anyone's interested, I would like to swap my Honchkrow for a Slowbro.
Poem of the week

Seventh Circle

In Hell, We plunged arms Elbow deep into the firelake And pulled out black scarecrow limbs That dripped like toffee apples And fizzled like crack spoons. On burnt twig digits

Manhood

His latest poem is a toad king It knows it is fatly sexual Stroking its long thin piccolo cock While admirers queue like bottles on a belt And yes you've Fidgeted in line
Cherry

Errata: Twenty-Fourth Episode: Theatre of War

And I got to my feet, my wounds winking shut.

Errata: Twenty-Third Episode - Oh Shoot

On the production floor of the Syphilis Barracks, Raoul One stood shivering in blue cotton pyjamas and a flannel dressing gown, along with ten of his fellow Councillors.

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