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StorySalmon fillet sky TonyC2506 years 10 months ago
StoryLife's gifts TonyC2506 years 10 months ago
StoryGoat Fell's delight TonyC2526 years 10 months ago
StorySoaring eagle haloed in the sky TonyC2526 years 11 months ago
StoryBy the babbling brook (haiku) TonyC2537 years 1 month ago
StoryStartled from Wordsworth's dreams TonyC2537 years 2 months ago
StoryJewels of Africa. Ladylily107 years 5 months ago
StoryTropics on the wall (haiku) TonyC2547 years 6 months ago
StoryFeather mist sweeps fells (haiku) TonyC2517 years 6 months ago
StoryLast Drops of Elixir skinner_jennifer157 years 7 months ago
StoryShitty day in Peru TonyC2527 years 7 months ago
StoryGone in a flash TonyC2507 years 7 months ago
StorySlapped by spam TonyC2507 years 7 months ago
StoryBusby's Babes. Norbert6627 years 7 months ago
StoryWe'll Be Back! Norbert6627 years 7 months ago
Story Moment In Time skinner_jennifer67 years 7 months ago
StoryWhite socks TonyC2507 years 7 months ago
StoryWhale greedily gulps (haiku) TonyC2507 years 7 months ago
StoryAlong the bank of the Dee (Chester) TonyC2547 years 7 months ago
StorySearching for the purple tarantula TonyC2527 years 7 months ago
StoryKill shot TonyC2507 years 7 months ago
StoryPoetry spreads its tentacles TonyC2527 years 7 months ago

My stories

Along the bank of the Dee (Chester)

Across the ancient bridge, down the steps….. Away from the traffic’s steady thrum and the weir’s relentless rush On past the water wheel… At last I...

Shitty day in Peru

I was watching story telling videos when I came across one of a lady who had planned to commit suicide but instead found solace in a book. A friend...

Kill shot

Kennedy from his vantage point on the roof half a mile away could clearly see the kill zone, apartment 9b. His brief had told him who the mark was, a...

Searching for the purple tarantula

We arrived at the cloud forest Los Cedros, Ecuador, at night Our luggage carried by disgruntled mules Quickly we retired, having fought many...

Poetry spreads its tentacles

Poetry spreads its tentacles into every nook and cranny and heart mostly with warmth,humour, kindness and love not like a Kraken from the murky depths

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