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StoryBlood on my hands jennifer717 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFriends, I come to you today with the most wonderful opportunity Brooklands1117 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCigarette Girl jennifer917 years 3 weeks ago
StorySkin jennifer1317 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMusically Ungifted Caldwell517 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMusically Useless (For Caldwell) jennifer917 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLove returns Caldwell617 years 4 weeks ago
StoryOthered Ewan617 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLetter Ewan417 years 4 weeks ago
StoryWithout a Song sunshine917 years 4 weeks ago
StoryI Am Folklore Dynamaso1217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryTSSB 1979 - Competition Entry Caldwell517 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCherry Bomb jennifer917 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThrow me a bone jennifer817 years 4 weeks ago
StoryNo More Than 10 Words jennifer317 years 4 weeks ago
StoryInside Outside jennifer1017 years 1 month ago
StoryWitch Bitch jennifer1717 years 1 month ago
StoryGrowing Up Ewan217 years 1 month ago
StoryUncivilised jennifer617 years 1 month ago
StoryNight Thoughts Caldwell317 years 1 month ago
Forum topicComment Counts blaster219417 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is what I think jennifer317 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Dad's funeral during Covid

Got to the car park of the cemetery The cardboard coffin and my family We walk it in and lay it down Pandemic seating with too much space around A...
Cherry

Turnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 2

Inspired by their encounter, Sebastian and Oliver decided to book a trip to Piornal. They had always seen themselves as adventurers of sorts, yet now...
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Turnips and a scapegoat - Chapter 1

Sebastian and Oliver found themselves where they always were at this time on a Friday evening, at the swankiest supermarket Dorking had to offer...
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Cherry

Monday morning's inner voice

You sit there, slumped in your chair, eyes glazed as you stare at the mountain of tasks before you. From above, I watch you, observing the weight you...
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Epilogue: The Lost Manuscript

Years later, on a remote island far from any known trade routes, a journal washes up on the shore. It’s tattered, waterlogged, and barely legible,...
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