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Storythe aviation museum culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storymy wife the psychopath culturehero111 years 5 months ago
Storythe pink ladies culturehero211 years 5 months ago
Storythe girl with hands like an alien zygote culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storythe boy culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storyon the roof culturehero311 years 5 months ago
Storythe rise of the ants culturehero211 years 5 months ago
Storythe lump culturehero111 years 5 months ago
Storythe hot air balloon culturehero111 years 5 months ago
Storyseptember 11, by default culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storythe television romance culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storythe mysterious pink envelope culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storysun catching at noon in the wild west culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storyrainbows culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storydifferent worlds culturehero111 years 5 months ago
StoryDerek Obama, President culturehero211 years 5 months ago
Storyfeelings of scared culturehero111 years 5 months ago
Storyfuneral culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storyfreddie mercury, the future and me culturehero011 years 5 months ago
Storythe house by the sea pt. 3: mad tom culturehero212 years 4 months ago
Forum topicIn view of this week's Inspiration Point... tcook714 years 12 months ago
StoryTender Bruises (rewrite for bosch) jennifer916 years 3 weeks ago
Storyplease take me with you someplace better than this culturehero316 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe Year in Films mikepyro3116 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

quite a woman

The cloud was thick and stifling around their grief and they each clutched a handful of earth and threw it into the grave; it fell like hail but in...
Cherry

the symbols of non-christmas

The weeks around Christmas were the worst, he had found, the very sludge of life. He purchased several bottles of the cheapest Advocaat and for...

the hirsute gentleman

The hirsute gentleman proceeded hither and yon, his great tufts emergent like ancient dismal secrets from the hemlines of his vest. He smoked despite...

think of england

He was too tired to rouse himself, and the pair of them looked pityingly down at his limp dick as still as a corpse through the split in his pyjama...

the fruiterer (fragment)

In the darkness she fell far to the bed of the male and woke swamped in its linen, the sheets earthy damp, the tang of his profuse sweat on her...

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