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StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2512 years 2 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon312 years 3 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon112 years 3 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon312 years 3 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon212 years 3 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear912 years 3 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061412 years 3 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon212 years 3 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon312 years 4 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1112 years 4 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis412 years 4 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis712 years 4 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon212 years 6 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon312 years 8 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon412 years 11 months ago

My stories

carryon

carryon crunching down on a meal of gravel, my teeth, red raw and shattered, bawl with enamel duress. as i choke on bloodied regret. the ground caught my cheek in awkward landing.

stir-fry

stir-fry i am more alive sat on a bench listening to two girls, talking about survival and stir fry, than i ever will be inside an office.

the woodwork mirror

the woodwork mirror an ill-bred design, assembled from comprehensive impatience: awkward geometry, and timber bruises of a badly managed sanding machine. triple angled plinth,

a strand

a strand i need a coastline, need to be able to hullabaloo, from the green land, to where the lapping fold of the water comes, hurrying ashore like a wild eyed refugee. lingering,

overbite

overbite they sent you out on the bus, to fetch a fluorescent tube. they’d paid for it over the phone, so they didn’t have to trust you with petty cash. they didn’t know

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