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StorySun Song Ray Schaufeld128 years 5 months ago
StoryBirdman PoetonaHill28 years 5 months ago
StoryOrang Ulu PoetonaHill18 years 5 months ago
StoryWhy Does The Cat Plonk Her A**e On My Mouse? airyfairy128 years 5 months ago
StoryWedding Reception PoetonaHill158 years 5 months ago
StoryGlimpse PoetonaHill28 years 6 months ago
StoryPaper Mache Towns YaseminB128 years 6 months ago
StoryTemps Perdu airyfairy108 years 6 months ago
StoryTweedletrump and Tweedlekim PoetonaHill18 years 6 months ago
StoryLenny Mass's Branhal School Diary - Tuesday 25 November Char8838 years 10 months ago
StorySweet and Sour at Number 10 luigi_pagano48 years 10 months ago
StoryThoughts in the Middle Watch PoetonaHill08 years 10 months ago
StoryBear and the Birds PoetonaHill18 years 10 months ago
StoryJohnny England PoetonaHill08 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Tree Of Knowledge YaseminB28 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Goat's Tale PoetonaHill28 years 10 months ago
StoryTruthward Steer PoetonaHill28 years 11 months ago
StoryBy and by Parson Thru218 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Ghost Mirror YaseminB28 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy do I Wait PoetonaHill08 years 11 months ago
StoryThings You Keep skinner_jennifer68 years 11 months ago
StoryLIVERPOOL YaseminB38 years 11 months ago
StoryAnnouncement PoetonaHill08 years 11 months ago
StoryLost Soul PoetonaHill09 years 6 hours ago
StoryTenerife PoetonaHill39 years 5 days ago

My stories

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Poem of the week

Walking with Jeanie

Memories can be very real
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Poem of the week

In Cardiff Jail

Who was it said that... "In this life a man plays many parts...."?
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Natasha

Moscow 1990s. The Soviet Union has collapsed, bare shelves in the shops, no wages - nothing. People line the streets trying to sell what few possessions they have. Natasha is one such citizen. Like many other respectable women, she turned to prostitution.
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Memories

Memories White mist on a mountain, grey mist on the sea. Vapours of the time-mist are the men I long to see. Just the knowing of them made a better...
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Only we Know...

Only we Know... The stranger did not start the fight today. New man in town, come looking for a job, he prayed for God to take the gang away. He’d...

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