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StoryCold Shoulder mjpitts111 years 8 months ago
StoryBirthday mjpitts011 years 8 months ago
StoryBack in the Olden Days mjpitts011 years 8 months ago
StoryAnd Whatnot mjpitts211 years 8 months ago
StoryA Start at the End mjpitts211 years 8 months ago
Story18 Minutes and 33 Seconds mjpitts111 years 8 months ago
CollectionMilk of Magnesia mjpitts011 years 8 months ago
CollectionSnakes and Ladders mjpitts011 years 8 months ago
StoryYou Know I Lack Technique mjpitts211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Cold Calculated Cut of Teeth mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryOutside the Nelson at Noon mjpitts011 years 10 months ago
StoryPorcelain mjpitts311 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Big Bang was Inevitable mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryOpen Return mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryRichard mjpitts011 years 10 months ago
StoryTo Do mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Pine Marten and the Coypu mjpitts011 years 10 months ago
StoryOwl mjpitts211 years 10 months ago
StoryHive mjpitts311 years 10 months ago
StoryIsland mjpitts011 years 10 months ago
StoryHide and Seek mjpitts011 years 10 months ago
StoryDelivery mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryEn Vacance mjpitts111 years 10 months ago
StoryTraffic and Marigolds JoseHdz914 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Blues mjpitts514 years 6 months ago

My stories

Back in the Olden Days

Last night, back in the olden days, I was a very different person- full of youth, optimism, extra cold Guinness and whiskey chaser. Last night, back in the olden days, it was all sorted out-

18 Minutes and 33 Seconds

I’m sorry. I was wrong. Like when I bought the Guinness Book of Records from1992, 75 pence from a charity shop, in Cromer. A perfect gift for your, big birthday.

You Know I Lack Technique

Under the avenues you licked me thin, stole my appetite and left nothing but your split peach mouth. Stalking supple vowels in silence I threw rocks at black faced garages, hoped their cry

The Cold Calculated Cut of Teeth

Long haired girls skin tomatoes with their teeth at the bus stop beneath underpass. I can’t tell you what they wear, the colour of their hair, or numbers at the gathering.

The Blues

We have a new housemate called Batman. Batman is a mouthwash blue Budgerigar; he lives in the living room next to my favourite armchair. Paul is teaching him to say dirty words.

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