Cilla Shiels

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StoryPuked On and P***ed Off gletherby68 years 5 months ago
StoryJohnny's Retirement Dreams Cilla Shiels28 years 5 months ago
StoryAnother night... gletherby68 years 5 months ago
StoryWorking for my Dad. Cilla Shiels28 years 6 months ago
StoryRandom Acts gletherby78 years 6 months ago
StoryDesperate Invitation Cilla Shiels28 years 6 months ago
StoryTales from the Old Four-poster Bed Cilla Shiels48 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Perfect Murder Cilla Shiels48 years 6 months ago
StoryBlindingly Obvious Cilla Shiels08 years 7 months ago
Story‘Dear Darling Daughter’: letters, sore knees, chicken legs gletherby58 years 7 months ago
StoryWho Says Crimes Doesn't Pay? Cilla Shiels28 years 7 months ago
StoryLost Inheritance Cilla Shiels38 years 7 months ago
StoryEnough gletherby68 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Kindness of Kevin gletherby78 years 8 months ago
StoryJoe's Roses gletherby68 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Rendezvous gletherby68 years 8 months ago
StoryBest Friend's Text Cilla Shiels19 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFriendship, the Greatest Gift of All Cilla Shiels09 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBe Careful What You Wish For! Cilla Shiels19 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAbandonment Cilla Shiels29 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Truth, The Whole Truth, Nothing But . . . gletherby109 years 1 month ago
StoryInvisible Mending gletherby69 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Everyday Housewife... Cilla Shiels Cilla Shiels49 years 1 month ago
StoryOblivion Cilla Shiels09 years 1 month ago
StoryBruce's Uprising Cilla Shiels19 years 1 month ago

My stories

Ring, ring. Ring, ring!

The phone rang. “Hello,” I said. “Hello.” No one answered. The phone rang. “Hello,” I said. “Hello.” No one answered. I hung up. All the lights went...

Presumed Dead

Presumed Dead Peeking through the window, her surprise turned to horror... Jenny’d had a telegram from the Home Office: “Lost at Sea. - Presumed Dead...

Those Icy Fingers Down My Spine

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness... This isn’t how I’d imagined it! I’d fancied Bob since starting with the company three months ago. I’d...

Saving His Bacon

Saving His Bacon My twelve-year-old brother was watching television but I didn’t want to sit down and be quiet. My eight-year-old self wanted to play...

Ye Faithful Servant

Ye Faithful Servant Here she comes again! She swings that door open, nearly taking it off its hinge. She slams the plate on the revolving tray and...

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