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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

sometimes i deserve a capital I

sometimes i deserve a capital I everyone loves a writer, loves to watch paper fill as a pencil moves in blurring. it’s a sub-conscious fascination. it’s why she smokes that way…
Cherry

innocent wallpaper

innocent wallpaper through the wall, i can hear a family failing next door. a couple in the thirties, nearly, average intelligence. i think they drink. they stopped fighting

Painting for Lemonade

painting for lemonade an ancient man, brittle on a wooden stool, slowly painting his gate-post. a day of raw sunshine, but autumn will soon roll over the horizon. by winter the
Cherry

there's few things more tragic than a wasted condom

there’s few things more tragic than a wasted condom deep in the night - somewhere around 4am, i crawl awkwardly from the bed. cold rubber against the sole of my foot,
Cherry

cortege

cortege like an eel, the cars crawl in a line over the curling russet cushioned carpet. shiny black metal polished with late afternoon sun, a solemn, sluggish pace set

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