Jane Hyphen

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StoryFuneral TheGameCat1313 years 6 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1813 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen213 years 6 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate213 years 7 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish313 years 7 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen413 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1113 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen213 years 7 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 7 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean313 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3413 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen213 years 8 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen613 years 8 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5213 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen213 years 8 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 9 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 10 months ago

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Sad Quiche on a Plate

A sad quiche on a plate Waiting, drying out Killing time and conversation too A sad quiche on a plate With a wrinkled complexion And egg on its face...
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The Mermaid in the Doorway

The mermaid in the doorway Swishing her quilted tail Propped up she blinks Away the days As winter nights hold hands Stewed she melts the world To...
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Silva in Lisbon

By Roshu Bangal (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 ( https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4 .

The End is Nigh

Everything’s falling apart Said the strangest man Of all, he is alone An island in the midst of Seas of change, new waves Ever crashing upon the...
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Sixty Six

Sixty six is no age, said a voice Which only served to fill A vacancy with emptiness It’s no age to die that is As if picturing the deceased Staring...
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