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StorySmells like the rain careyssej89 years 4 months ago
StorySpring unsprung careyssej09 years 7 months ago
Storyword play careyssej29 years 7 months ago
StoryDaily Weekly careyssej011 years 6 months ago
StoryBreak Me Gently (A poem inspired by song by Doves and a break up) careyssej011 years 6 months ago
Collection2010 careyssej011 years 6 months ago
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CollectionPoems careyssej011 years 6 months ago
StoryUntitled, Unseen, Unheard careyssej111 years 8 months ago
StoryVisiting production careyssej111 years 8 months ago
StoryYesterday Today. careyssej111 years 8 months ago
StoryUnencounter careyssej111 years 8 months ago
StoryUnderground careyssej011 years 8 months ago
StoryIn here (19.04.06) careyssej011 years 8 months ago
StoryEuphoria careyssej011 years 8 months ago
StoryLeaving Joe careyssej315 years 4 weeks ago
StoryAlone In A Dream Kachina315 years 1 month ago
StoryTime Killer capoeiragem216 years 11 months ago
StoryHappy New Year 2008 nandinidhar417 years 1 month ago
StoryPART 2 (a few weeks later): careyssej517 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Morning After careyssej317 years 1 month ago
StoryReading in the garden. careyssej217 years 3 months ago

My stories

Leaving Joe

The child swivels in the chair, oblivious to the world around him until he stops, abruptly, to notice the adult watching him from the doorway.
Cherry

PART 2 (a few weeks later):

This is my first attempt at following on from the short story 'the morning after'. It's still very new and fragile and ready for criticism.

In here (19.04.06)

It is inside this asylum that we accumulate, indulge, devour our senses. Senses not senses. Here we have stagnated
Cherry

Unencounter

We meet & you greet with a joke. We walk & you talk with a smile. I’m cold & you hold me in close. We eat & you keep spilling sauce. She rings & you grin but don’t tell.

Underground

Scarves are wrapped around faces on a nearly empty carriage Metropolitan line; a dozen empty spaces Among themselves foreigners feint retching with joy, humiliation.

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