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StoryA poem holds your hand Mark Heathcote43 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPostcard Heaven hilary west65 years 8 months ago
StoryNetworking Yume125406 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe 250 series Yume125406 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Matrix Problem The Other Terre...128 years 1 month ago
StoryBirthday phone call Yume1254298 years 4 months ago
StoryEarly morning on ward 8B Yume125408 years 5 months ago
StoryHoney Dewed Memories T_az228 years 5 months ago
StoryApplying for a future Yume1254108 years 10 months ago
Story The fourth kiss Yume125429 years 4 months ago
StoryBecause it's Christmas Yume125409 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Futility of Dreams (lyrics by John Legend) Yume125429 years 6 months ago
StorySome Children are our Future Yume125409 years 7 months ago
StoryLast Wishes Yume125409 years 9 months ago
StoryRe-apply Yume125499 years 9 months ago
StoryMeeting Tara Mark Say89 years 11 months ago
StoryTHREESOME moonphish29 years 11 months ago
StoryOh Sunday Parson Thru99 years 11 months ago
StoryJacked Yume125489 years 11 months ago
StoryOver time Yume125409 years 11 months ago
StoryThe trouble with a social conscience Yume1254410 years 4 days ago
StoryTop 5 Tips on how to be a Sheek Yume1254010 years 5 days ago
StoryTerritory Yume1254010 years 1 week ago
Blog entrySupport Celticman Now! tcook1310 years 3 weeks ago
StoryKindling Yume1254210 years 3 months ago

My stories

Networking

The speaker receives a tepid round of applause because we're all desperate for a piss. An invisible technician changes the slide. Lunch and your...
Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

Birthday phone call

‘Hello stranger’ dad says, his chuckle dry and good-natured, the laugh of an overgrown kid. I’m sitting on a bench along the Southbank with my back...
Cherry

Applying for a future

Applying for a shared ownership home in London, and what it really could mean...

Early morning on ward 8B

Dedicated to a lost loved one.
Cherry

The fourth kiss

The first time you kissed him it was by drunken accident, outside the pub, even though Freud believed that there are no such things as accidents. You...

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