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StoryFledgling alphadog1813 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Damocles Effect alphadog1413 years 8 months ago
Storyfor Alec alphadog1113 years 8 months ago
StoryFledgling second position alphadog1113 years 8 months ago
StoryLittle wonder blighters rock3513 years 8 months ago
Storyserpentine alphadog1613 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Saxophone ( Part 1) jolono1813 years 8 months ago
StoryDear Son jolono1913 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Brighton_Ro1213 years 8 months ago
Storythoughts upon a low tide second position alphadog1613 years 8 months ago
StoryThoughts on poetry. alphadog1013 years 8 months ago
StoryDaffodil Dawn Silver Spun Sand2213 years 8 months ago
StoryMemories are made of this.... where it all started. Esther713 years 8 months ago
StoryOn the tides of time the Nymph will play alphadog1413 years 9 months ago
Storythoughts upon a low tide alphadog1413 years 9 months ago
Storyreflections from a train alphadog1313 years 9 months ago
Storyletter to S. alphadog1713 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Deer alphadog1313 years 10 months ago
StoryFreshwater bay alphadog1413 years 10 months ago
StoryThe rain... position 1. alphadog1413 years 10 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1913 years 10 months ago
Storythoughts on 2012 alphadog1213 years 10 months ago
Storythe Muses first position alphadog1213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe rain...position 2 alphadog1913 years 10 months ago
StoryRocket Science it was Not Silver Spun Sand1213 years 10 months ago

My stories

The reply

The reply By AD Hunt It doesn't matter what you think, it doesn't matter what you do; For the world that they’re making, Is not a real part of you...

I am a leftover

I am a leftover, One of those put aside: b’tray’d Set away for... something… I’m unwanted, separate Dis-guarded and ignored. A broken tooth on a cog...

Cyclops part 2

So we dug. We dug and we dug and we dug. I recall the weight of the spade in my hand and the blisters that soon became callouses. Around us were the...

Cyclops part 1

Cyclops part 1 and 3 are the culmination of about four months work, Both in researching, then redrafting the text through two rewrites. I first came up with the idea of writing a ww1 short after reading an article in the Guradian newspaper about a mysterious grave found at the sight of Fromelle, in the south of France. After some more digging, I found out that the grave was filled with various soldiers of various nations. The main teller of this story is also not entirely fictional; as he was my great great grandfather, who died in the Somme, during the worst of the fighting. This story is dedicated to him and the men who died senselessly in a war that was a senseless waste of human life. I hope that I have captured both his heart and his voice in the story; which is not nice but real enough to capture your imaginations. AD Hunt

Conflict and Grace

It burst’s forth, half formed, within the wail of a winding gale. A claw, a clog, a minor part of this turbulent thunderstorm. Where it rest, led my...

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