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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Shake that Heart | smokejack | 2 | 3 years 2 days ago |
| Story | Cloudy Day | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 2 days ago |
| Story | New Year Old Moon | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Love is Blind (a song I've yet to compose) | smokejack | 0 | 3 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Rush (read this poem as fast as you can) | smokejack | 3 | 3 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Irish Lament | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Riddle of Ruin | smokejack | 4 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | I No Longer Know Me | smokejack | 5 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Photograph | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Serenity Sound | smokejack | 2 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Waiting to Fall | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Rosemary Soul | smokejack | 0 | 4 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Macey Levens | smokejack | 0 | 4 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Night Shine | smokejack | 2 | 4 years 2 months ago |
| Story | We Were Kids | smokejack | 2 | 4 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Rusty | smokejack | 1 | 5 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Force Nine Gale | smokejack | 4 | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Boy in the Field | smokejack | 0 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Sunday in this Church | smokejack | 0 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Layby Night | smokejack | 0 | 5 years 6 months ago |
| Story | New Year | smokejack | 1 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Romance Not | smokejack | 3 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Cafe on the Corner | smokejack | 0 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Oh Little England | smokejack | 0 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | This Small Town | smokejack | 1 | 6 years 2 months ago |
My stories
Ageing Bull
I’m old and past my peak With bones brittle and weak My nose has grown a beak My limbs seem to squeak I mumble when I speak There’s no solace I can...
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Excerpt from Sunset (a short story)
I was 14 years old, content with the notion of having no ambition. Life was a flow of empty thoughts that I dragged along behind me. School was a...
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- 350 reads
Big John Donovan
Big John Donovan six foot three Had a chest the size of a tree His voice was deep filled with a croak From all the years when he used to smoke Big...
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Too Deep to Drown
Some thinkers Think too much To the point Of being out of touch Some thinkers Are well read Reading tomes at night in bed Some thinkers Stroke their...
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- 127 reads
Take Me Back
There’s too much trouble in the world Nobody whispers everybody shouts Tempers are short anger is normal Hatred leads by example Ignorance is formal...
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- 272 reads