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StoryArchives (1997) camdenreece211 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Imitation of Dylan Thomas? camdenreece211 years 4 months ago
StoryA Quickie camdenreece511 years 4 months ago
CollectionTales From the 21st Century camdenreece011 years 4 months ago
CollectionSidestream camdenreece011 years 4 months ago
CollectionNothing to Add camdenreece011 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Brother Is camdenreece111 years 5 months ago
StoryI'm Not A Poet camdenreece011 years 5 months ago
StoryNick Clegg Ate My Homework camdenreece811 years 10 months ago
StoryFebruary Marching camdenreece211 years 10 months ago
StorySticks and Stones MS1112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe God of Wetherspoons camdenreece312 years 2 months ago
StoryGran camdenreece212 years 3 months ago
StorySo this is Christmas? camdenreece212 years 11 months ago
StoryUntitled camdenreece212 years 11 months ago
StoryPanic Attacks and Anxiety camdenreece412 years 12 months ago
StoryWork Makes Man... camdenreece312 years 12 months ago
StoryMichael Finnegan camdenreece213 years 5 months ago
StoryI Met Myself Today camdenreece413 years 6 months ago

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Work Makes Man...

By camdenreece on Tue, 07 Jun 2011

Work for me started in a shiny forecourt where a hundred men’s aspirations were crafted into a new BMW 7 Series.
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Story
Certificate U

I'm Not A Poet

By camdenreece on Tue, 07 Jun 2011

The news is full of it. A poem has burst right out of a man’s stomach and several passersby have been struck. This is the tenth time in as many days and the panic is setting in.
Other Fiction
Certificate U
Cherry

An Imitation of Dylan Thomas?

By camdenreece on Fri, 20 May 2011

I am not sure if I was imitating or satirizing Dylan Thomas
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Poem
Certificate U

Archives (1997)

By camdenreece on Tue, 10 May 2011

‘I don’t think I can survive here.’ She stares at me awhile. ‘So, you don’t think you can survive here?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Why do you think that?’
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Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

I Met Myself Today

By camdenreece on Tue, 10 May 2011

I met myself today, when I was eight years old. It was raining. Cars pushed puddles onto the pavement and the water rolled along the concrete and licked the large panes of glass in front of me.
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

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