Caldwell

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StoryNo' A pome so much as a le''er animan417 years 3 months ago
StorySix ways to kill yourself in art jennifer1517 years 4 months ago
StoryImpure Thoughts chelseyflood917 years 4 months ago
StoryBlood on my hands jennifer717 years 4 months ago
StoryFriends, I come to you today with the most wonderful opportunity Brooklands1117 years 4 months ago
StoryCigarette Girl jennifer917 years 4 months ago
StorySkin jennifer1317 years 4 months ago
StoryMusically Ungifted Caldwell517 years 4 months ago
StoryMusically Useless (For Caldwell) jennifer917 years 4 months ago
StoryLove returns Caldwell617 years 4 months ago
StoryOthered Ewan617 years 4 months ago
StoryLetter Ewan417 years 4 months ago
StoryWithout a Song sunshine917 years 4 months ago
StoryI Am Folklore Dynamaso1217 years 4 months ago
StoryTSSB 1979 - Competition Entry Caldwell517 years 4 months ago
StoryCherry Bomb jennifer917 years 4 months ago
StoryThrow me a bone jennifer817 years 4 months ago
StoryNo More Than 10 Words jennifer317 years 4 months ago
StoryInside Outside jennifer1017 years 4 months ago
StoryWitch Bitch jennifer1717 years 4 months ago
StoryGrowing Up Ewan217 years 4 months ago
StoryUncivilised jennifer617 years 4 months ago
StoryNight Thoughts Caldwell317 years 4 months ago
Forum topicComment Counts blaster219417 years 4 months ago
StoryThis is what I think jennifer317 years 4 months ago

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Gold cherry

Jacques and Basil

Scene: The Lobby of Fawlty Towers [The front door creaks open. Inspector Clouseau enters, disguised as a flamboyant millionaire. He is draped in a...
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Hard Pressed

We've come a long way down the road. Turns out you can't trust your friends Like you can your enemies. Seems everybody knows, Before you've even said...
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Out of the cold

Amsterdam's wind, slicing through November, carried a chill that clung to every exposed surface. The city’s canals and cobblestones seemed complicit...
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Better late than never

Every cloud has a silver lining, at least that's what they say, So though storms may loom, they’ll soon pass away. Just as in my odd verse, the heavy...
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Cuckoo Song

The island she stands on Is sinking day by day, So she sings a cuckoo song To pass her time away under dark skies. She’s waiting for the sun In her...

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