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StoryNINE THIRTY-FOUR IN THE EVENING kheldar1313 years 2 days ago
StorySerial Killer? Dark Fox313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryRising Five Silver Spun Sand1513 years 3 weeks ago
Story'Friends' shoe1913 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Mother of Mexican Poetry sonora213 years 3 weeks ago
Storythe buck starts here sonora513 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBaby Suits Blue Silver Spun Sand413 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPeanut Crunching at Sylvia's Table Overthetop1613 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCastles of Mist threeleafshamrock113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Widow Next Door Silver Spun Sand1813 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWinter David Maidment313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAlways Summer MistakenMagic2213 years 3 weeks ago
Storynot a haiku delapruch213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryInspiration-less Amanda-Moo313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWINDOW Zemikael Habte ...213 years 1 month ago
StoryEACH WALKED YARD kheldar613 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE WIFE I KNEW WAS STOLEN kheldar713 years 1 month ago
StorySilence shoe813 years 1 month ago
StoryLittle things shoe1513 years 1 month ago
StoryWORCESTER CATHEDRAL kheldar413 years 1 month ago
StoryWORCESTER WEATHER kheldar413 years 1 month ago
StoryHide and Seek MistakenMagic4013 years 2 months ago
StoryI HAVE NO SECRET VALENTINE kheldar413 years 3 months ago
StoryMore than I could ever expect or deserve shoe1113 years 3 months ago
StoryOf dreams and such shoe513 years 3 months ago

My stories

The First Christmas - The Servant's Tale

My master was a carpenter Nazareth his home, In the land of Israel Beneath the yoke of Rome. My mistress was a maiden Innocent and pure, Yet in her womb at God's command
Cherry

Freedom is.....

Free of mind and free of speech Free to learn and free to teach. Free to prosper, free to build Free to seek a life fulfilled. Free from loss and free from doubt Free to let emotion out.

Notes From A Stroll Before Breakfast

A solitary flower White against the green, Radiant and virginal Naturally pristine. A lofty weathered oak tree Wears a wrinkled skin, Age is written on its bark Strength lies locked within.
Cherry

A Ghost, A Girl, A Garret Room

Welcome friends from me, your host My tale this night concerns a ghost, A ghost, a girl, a garret room A tragic tale of love and doom. The garret room of which I tell

The Jockey and the Janitor

I’ll never forget the first time I spoke to Alastair Woodthorpe: it was the morning after the 2010 United Kingdom Steeplechase Trophy.

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