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StoryGuy Fawkes Days and Nights to Remember Ed Crane118 years 2 months ago
StoryNon Capisco luigi_pagano88 years 2 months ago
StoryGenocide PoppyS58 years 2 months ago
StoryDogs of War PoppyS38 years 2 months ago
Blog entryJohn Lewis-Stempel (2016) Where Poppies Blow. The British Soldier, Nature, The Great War. celticman28 years 2 months ago
StoryFriendship can be a Foe smokejack58 years 2 months ago
StorySENTIMENTAL JOURNEY Linda Wigzell Cress118 years 2 months ago
StoryOnion Moon PoppyS28 years 2 months ago
StoryDoing Nothing All Day Cilla Shiels48 years 2 months ago
Storyi am the woman who love_writing48 years 2 months ago
StoryBusiness Man Abroad PoppyS08 years 2 months ago
StoryTail-end Parson Thru358 years 2 months ago
StoryWMD celticman158 years 2 months ago
StoryChristmas PoppyS68 years 3 months ago
StoryCharlie's Going Home Ed Crane208 years 3 months ago
Storysometimes maggyvaneijk138 years 3 months ago
Story3 Animals Prediction trick I thought of well-wisher28 years 3 months ago
Story6. All and Sundry Stories Ewan58 years 3 months ago
StoryBroken PoppyS88 years 3 months ago
StoryButterfly shoe68 years 3 months ago
StoryCome into the warmth Parson Thru108 years 3 months ago
StoryTo a friend Parson Thru58 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy was the girl at the railway station crying? gletherby68 years 3 months ago
StoryHome Alone PoppyS88 years 3 months ago
Forum topicNo Comments. PoppyS48 years 3 months ago

My stories

Dinner for Two

We climbed the stairs clutching our cans of lager and freshly cooked chips, the heat from the chips mixing with the heavy evening air. I could feel...
Cherry

Aria

S ilken fingers flow into mine tender hands caress my cheek your mesmerising voice drifts across my senses as raindrops cling to summer’s ripened...

Postcards

Who taught you that to ignore is worth a merit badge shiny bright and blue. I have watched people falling apart – hitting the floor their saliva...

New Beginnings.

The scent of the lilac, rubbing shoulders with the apple mint and golden thyme before arrives, the late of summers days. With the bowed boughs, of...

Live Before You Die

So sick at this parody of myself pushed into angles that don’t conform to me at all. There’s a space in my mind where the sign reads 'Reserved...

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