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StoryThe Alchemist rokkitnite44 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Justice League gristo57 years 7 months ago
StoryColourless ivoryfishbone88 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCrumble gristo1011 years 4 months ago
StoryCome to Peterborough! gristo011 years 4 months ago
StoryChapter 2 - The Academy and Daniel Stone gristo011 years 4 months ago
StoryChapter 1 - The Sentinel and the Kingpin gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryCalming influence gristo511 years 4 months ago
StoryBy numbers gristo411 years 4 months ago
StoryBrandon's Party gristo311 years 4 months ago
Storybottled gristo311 years 4 months ago
StoryBlonde Butterfly gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryBig Gay Poet gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryBad Blood and The Post office gristo011 years 4 months ago
StoryBack seat music gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryB B gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryAn ode to my ipod gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryAll Apologies gristo611 years 4 months ago
StoryAlchemist gristo311 years 4 months ago
StoryA message worth inking out gristo511 years 4 months ago
Story'It just isn't right to talk to your bike!' gristo011 years 4 months ago
Story'A teacher, eh?' gristo1211 years 4 months ago
CollectionShetland Boy gristo011 years 4 months ago
CollectionGrowing Pains and Flowing Manes gristo011 years 4 months ago
CollectionDead Poets gristo011 years 4 months ago

My stories

you are the hottest of all of the gingers

This is a ridiculously silly piece for a friend who thought her red hair wasn't very attractive. I kin dof got carried away with it and I must apologise for some of the rhymes :)

Hermaness

When darkness has pulled its hood over the hills And the pulse of the wind is your only companion I’ll still be about, on the edge of your vision A kiss on the quiet beneath your cagoule
Cherry

Nathan the hero - Chapter 1

Every morning it was there, waiting for the people of Peterborough as they woke up. A thick marshmallow blanket, tucked deep into the city.
Cherry

It's really F-ing cold

This is a bit of an odd one.
Cherry

Alchemist

One night, believing myself big enough, I crept out of bed to neck my Father’s mouthwash. The mixture ripped my throat, Leapt from mouth and nose

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