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Brewed by Joby Bottoms

Brewed by Joby Bottoms

A Story by Joby Bottoms


This is an excerpt from my ebook, Brewed. Available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/132902
An American Wind (working title)

An American Wind (working title)

A Book by harri87


Jessie Smith sank¬ back into the comfort of the smooth, black leather chair on which she had been perched, her perfectly manicured hands rested on..
HELEN AND YOU TRAINSPOTTING.

HELEN AND YOU TRAINSPOTTING.

A Poem by Terry Collett


BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S
The Streets of London

The Streets of London

A Poem by marty360


Just a quick piece I wrote in the aftermath of the recent events in London. In no way is this meant to be taken in a racist manner, please bear that i..
SOME PART OF BEAUTY.

SOME PART OF BEAUTY.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S.
FUNNY WHAT GOES ON IN ONE'S HEAD.

FUNNY WHAT GOES ON IN ONE'S HEAD.

A Story by Terry Collett


A WOMAN COMES HOME ON CHRISTMAS EVE AND FINDS OUT HER HUSBAND HAS TAKEN HER MONEY AND LEFT THEM WITH NO WHERE TO LIVE UNTIL HER MOTHER-IN-LAW TAKES TH..
YOU AND FAY AND THE GLOBE.

YOU AND FAY AND THE GLOBE.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S
The Reader

The Reader

A Story by Michele Martinelli


A short story about a strange community of homeless people based in London.
A Word from Our Sponsors

A Word from Our Sponsors

A Book by Lance Blair


In the second term of the Gore Presidency, Ethan Travis is recruited into a mercenary intelligence operation based in the UK.
SMILES ALL ROUND.

SMILES ALL ROUND.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S AND FRIENDSHIP AND LIFE.
NOT AT AUSCHWITZ.

NOT AT AUSCHWITZ.

A Story by Terry Collett


A MAN TAKES A TRAIN TRIP TO LONDON WITH A GHOSTLY GIRL.
My Own Devices

My Own Devices

A Book by Paige H


Constantly disappointed by those around her, Piper has learned to hold herself separate from others, never allowing her emotions to be shared with any..
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Paige H


My fingers strummed in sequences of three, tapping their repetitive rhythm on the lid of my paper coffee cup. The hollow echo quietly resonated thro..