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StoryOut Of Focus harveyjoseph29 years 10 months ago
StoryI found this story in the street Terrence Oblong79 years 10 months ago
StoryNo Angels Silver Spun Sand49 years 10 months ago
StoryRows of Dwindling Crowds J. A. Stapleton39 years 10 months ago
StoryPup's pup london_calling7979 years 10 months ago
Storythe freckles on your shoulder h_v_h49 years 10 months ago
StoryThe makings of a thief love_writing79 years 10 months ago
StoryA stranger who wants me to call him dad pumadelta49 years 10 months ago
Storymen vs women alphadog129 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Losing a Lake socialeaf99 years 10 months ago
StoryJourneys Through Space deancedwards39 years 10 months ago
StoryA Pillock's Castle (2) airyfairy19 years 10 months ago
StoryMontage of my sons. IP london_calling79139 years 10 months ago
StoryChapter 1 stasiana29 years 10 months ago
StoryNo entry denni179 years 10 months ago
StoryBuggered if I Know. Dan Ryder59 years 10 months ago
StoryDevice EB69 years 10 months ago
Storywerewolf blues haiku set seannelson39 years 10 months ago
StoryThe big Malky celticman139 years 10 months ago
Storya walk from the pier h_v_h69 years 11 months ago
StoryStories From My Dad jxmartin29 years 11 months ago
StoryMeeting the Buddha on the Road (1st draft) Clerk49 years 11 months ago
StoryThe first train love_writing39 years 11 months ago
StoryBlack Bag love_writing09 years 11 months ago
StoryCharlotte randy-johnson29 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Barley, growing in a field.

Tree’s rustle their leaves like water running downstream…listen then glance up; boundless blue sky laced with thin clouds push your legs round to...
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Your own kind

You could tell she was a young thing springy legs and all that; curious, confident, didn’t give a damn I shooed her with my scarf then an empty...
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Dust

I sit on the grassy hill- halfway up, tall trees’ seem to wriggle their leaves at me as wetness seeps through from the dead cut grass; a soiled pull-...
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Two Days (re-write)

( I've rewritten this, the first part - hopefully it works better!) ‘Get the baby’s bottle!’ Kathleen’s Ma screamed. ‘Quick it’s on the mantelpiece...

The makings of a thief

Trying a bit of flash fiction..200 words. Money was missing, he knew it must be her; he’d been watching. He said it would be her last shift but she...

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