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StoryNot again, please chelseyflood111 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Last Horse chelseyflood211 years 7 months ago
StoryRoses Hovered Above Us chelseyflood111 years 7 months ago
StoryKara-Sue You Deserve Better Things chelseyflood311 years 7 months ago
StoryThe World Wants You To chelseyflood111 years 7 months ago
StoryTony chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryOur Darling Jessica chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryMaud and Joseph chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryGive My Daughter Back Her Hair! chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryImpress Me With Your Cartwheels chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryHungover and In Love (with Tutankhamun) chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryEnd of the Line chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryFrown lines and empty baskets chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryEight letters, Starting with M... chelseyflood011 years 7 months ago
StoryDon't Ask chelseyflood211 years 7 months ago
Blog entryInfinite Sky by C.J. Flood - out now! tcook411 years 9 months ago
StoryShe died I think, littleditty1011 years 10 months ago
Blog entryChelsey Flood signs major book deal tcook213 years 1 month ago
StoryMedusas chelseyflood1914 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOh Nuts lenchenelf514 years 4 months ago
StorySun Rise lenchenelf1214 years 10 months ago
StoryWasps chelseyflood1015 years 5 days ago
StoryShades of Blue Silver Spun Sand2215 years 2 months ago
StoryMint Sauce in the Beans chelseyflood615 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't tell mum: Part 1 chelseyflood415 years 2 months ago

My stories

Don't tell mum: Part 1

The black floor is painted with tippex and poster paints: CF loves ML, EH loves ML, KA loves ML. It is a time in our lives when we all love the same boy and there is no problem with that.
Gold cherry

Salaks, Margaritas, Juliet

She smiled, all innocent and said, “I like you too,” and I imagined all the boys that she had strung along accidentally in the history of her life.
Story of the week

Mint Sauce in the Beans

“Five minutes,” I promise and my brother asks me if that’s all I can say, and I tell him, no, that isn’t all I can say, I can say dickhead as well. Dickhead.
Story of the week

Ten things I couldn’t say to you

I imagined myself looking all gentle and infantile, snoozing as the police burst in, and I closed my eyes and waited.
Poem of the week

A Star Rises as Dean Realigns Tina’s Destiny (or Dean, Tina and Stan in Pain Triangle)

Written using only letters from the words DESPERATELY SEEKING... Tina’s pedestal is stained and yet desire lingers. Dean spits it at sky and drinks.

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