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StoryCherish tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
Forum topicPoetry collection tom_saunders611 years 4 months ago
Forum topicBoth short story collections on Kindle tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
Forum topicInappropriate Happiness on Kindle tom_saunders311 years 4 months ago
Forum topicOutrageous plug tom_saunders811 years 4 months ago
Forum topicInappropriate Happiness, a novel. tom_saunders411 years 4 months ago
Forum topicRoof Whirl Away a new collection tom_saunders211 years 4 months ago
Forum topicRoof Whirl Away a new collection tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
Forum topicRoof Whirl Away a new collection tom_saunders1511 years 4 months ago
Forum topicWorkshopping and ABCtales tom_saunders6211 years 4 months ago
Forum topicFirst Things First by Foster tom_saunders811 years 4 months ago
Forum topicThe Leaving by pizzas.ready tom_saunders211 years 4 months ago
Forum topicHow do you tell if a relationship has started? tom_saunders611 years 4 months ago
CollectionNot So Short Stories tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
CollectionAdd Verse tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
CollectionNot crap stories tom_saunders011 years 4 months ago
StoryWooden Heart tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryPostscript tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Acrobat tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Sailing tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryRecreation Ground tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryPlay For Me tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StorySaturday Night, Presently tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lowdown tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Pact tom_saunders011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Fall to the Ocean

The heat melted the air above the pool, the desert beyond unresolved, a smear of browns and golds, the sky a big, stupid blue.
Cherry

From Gone to Goodbye

Out of place? You bet. A great cockroach of a car, a Mercedes with eight black windows, waiting on a country lane.
Cherry

Ghost

When I’m dead I won’t come back Rattle my loose change in the dark Levitate the crockery while you eat Elbow a sulky shadow into your sun Shiver your neck with my cold mouth
Cherry

Wooden Heart

Derek worked hard not to be himself. His hip swivels needed to be fluid, unforced.
Cherry

I Listened to You

Listen, you said. Please listen.

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