The Thursday Fair

Reds and purples stirred together in pots made of clouds. Behind the trees the last drop of sun sizzled through.
Cherry

Jaffa Cakes: Chapter 5

Last night was a complete disaster. I wouldn't have gone if I knew what was going to happen.

leggings vulcanic2 near end fit later

She's not as old as she looks. Used up I suppose.". "No," she said quietly, "I was just grateful that they were gone. She claims something really odd... the scots prime minister sent her."

Morning

Sap rising Stalk growing Throb hurting Cum dripping Balls tighten Warm duvet Girl wakens Hands slide over Hair brushes Cheek flushes Lips part Tongues dart Balls rise Balls fall

Memories are made of this

"A German plane was indeed flying very low; right alongside Finedon Hall and near to our cottage in Mill lane".
Cherry

Love, Hate, Return.

She wanted him and he came back....

The monomyth

All myths start with a question and the question is what is essential to life?

An Author’s Day (story)

Daniel spoke about his Goldfinch. Some children told stories of their dogs. Others read poems on horses, snakes and chickadees.

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