PoppyS
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Cigarette | MelindaLit | 9 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The Corset | PoppyS | 5 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Daddies and Sweets. | PoppyS | 9 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Wrath | rosaliekempthorne | 5 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Pride | rosaliekempthorne | 2 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Apple Pie | PoppyS | 5 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Shoot The Line | PoppyS | 3 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Moorland | PoppyS | 4 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The Oak Tree | hedgehog1 | 9 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Illiusions | PoppyS | 0 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Secrets | PoppyS | 2 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Summer Love | PoppyS | 3 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A horse in a house | well-wisher | 2 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Flotsam (Poetry Monthly) | london_calling79 | 5 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Summers Red Skirt Endings | PoppyS | 7 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | From a bus | Parson Thru | 8 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Yellow for my daughter | seashore | 35 | 8 years 9 months ago |
| Story | The Invisible Child. | Ladylily | 2 | 8 years 9 months ago |
My stories
Indigo
She had wanted to wear red but chose, indigo instead. The day so hideously hot summer disassembling into dust earth cracking, like broken eggs shells...
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Not Me
Your brush strokes make me smile you have weaved fluorescent purple streaks about my hair. Standing tall on my head, a hat crafted from wire, all...
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Mismatched Names
Those long naked journeys, deliciously free and bursting at the seams like an over-stuffed train. Mismatched names signing suburban hotel pages,...
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Home Alone.
The leaves, all fallen deeply, how their wasted frames so remind me of home. Remembering you, pretending not to feel the loneliness of living alone...
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Make Believe
She stirs her coffee anti clockwise driven by the need never to coincide with time. This woman – plating up a life of half baked neurosis catching...
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- 841 reads