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Story'Dish of the Day' Silver Spun Sand1011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Other Side of Our Unintended Actions amlee211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe other woman .. denni1511 years 10 months ago
StoryRainy Days skinner_jennifer1211 years 10 months ago
StoryPROSPECTING moonphish411 years 10 months ago
StoryBeing Thirteen Silver Spun Sand611 years 10 months ago
StoryI walked across the Levels today Parson Thru811 years 10 months ago
Story-end of line- alphadog1211 years 11 months ago
StoryFuneral The Other Terre...511 years 11 months ago
Forum topicIt's Someone's Birthday Today jolono1511 years 11 months ago
Forum topicDiscussing the slight controversy of the poem "Faithless" Chinobus611 years 11 months ago
Forum topicOdd thing. Ewan211 years 11 months ago
StoryToad Type Thing (Part Two) The Walrus211 years 11 months ago
StoryToad Type Thing (Part One) The Walrus211 years 11 months ago
Storylike this a.lesser.thing211 years 11 months ago
StorySinister Music Sooz006311 years 11 months ago
StoryMoving On Richard L. Prov...411 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dream of Water well-wisher111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Voyage Of The Buggered Pig The Walrus611 years 11 months ago
StoryTalking To Tommy mcscraic111 years 11 months ago
StoryAdrift. Sooz006511 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Pool sillygirl1211 years 11 months ago
Story42 Parson Thru411 years 11 months ago
StoryYou Give BDSM A Bad Name ContinuityMistake211 years 11 months ago
StoryHow could I know my lost aunt could be found on the tv Esther411 years 11 months ago

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Cherry

It's Awkward, You know, When You Know

It’s awkward, you know, When you know, That what you do is superficial crap. But you do it for something to do, the Saturday night, bar mentality...

The Colour Purple

The Colour Purple Ruth screwed up her nose and looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Do I look like a tart?’ ‘Oh yes, no doubt about it,’ said her friend...

In Cherry Blossom Time

In Cherry Blossom Time Staring at the barren twigs of winter, I mourn, I’m lost. Where did we go? Life has left the tree a husk, it has abandoned us...

Agony 2

Agony 2 Dear Aunt Nasty My eighteen year old son has the smelliest feet in living (or perhaps dead and decaying) history. His bedroom is a pit of...

Kerching Kerching

Louise had amazing eyes, all the men said so. They were citrously green and had their own language that spoke to men below the waistline. They were a...

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