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StoryPsychopathic maths teacher breather011 years 7 months ago
Storypoetic decay breather111 years 7 months ago
StoryThe day he decided to die. breather111 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Old Mate Bill breather011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe sound of one hand clapping part.2 breather111 years 7 months ago
StoryKnowing breather011 years 7 months ago
StoryI that am. breather011 years 7 months ago
StoryGlastonbury: Avalon of the Heart pt 11 breather011 years 7 months ago
StoryImaginary conversation between two aspects of humanity somewhere on the planet today, In 200 words exactly. breather111 years 7 months ago
StoryFrank's black out. breather311 years 7 months ago
StoryThe 70' in one poem. Is this a poem? breather212 years 2 months ago
Storytomorrow's story today breather312 years 2 months ago
StoryWilf in the Astral breather213 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Ad (part one) breather213 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhat if men had never existed? well-wisher3213 years 9 months ago
StoryMan flu with strange side effects. (Version 1). breather315 years 2 months ago
StoryMy beautiful name KarenHadj215 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Knock Out breather715 years 3 months ago
Storytheory on reality. breather015 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Sound of one hand clapping? breather315 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Pill breather215 years 3 months ago

My stories

Celestial what ?

Yesterday went by like a flash of light, and today also went by in a bit of a blur. Is Time speeding up I wonder?

Wilf in the Astral

THE DARK MANTRA Wilf in the Astral-realm.

Arthur's faked death.

Arthur’s faked death had worked well. He was 74 years old and knew the police wouldn’t bother to investigate too much.

Another man - another time

The grooming process had then begun in earnest, with Arthur using a constant stream of flattery and coercion, until he had eventually got what he wanted, Wilf’s young and fit body.

Frank's black out.

Frank was slumped, on a cheap white plastic chair, in a dirty low life café in West London. He was looking out of the window . .

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