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StoryCountryside (spoiled) smokejack38 years 7 months ago
StoryLittle England smokejack28 years 7 months ago
Storyrelapse prevention therapy celticman328 years 7 months ago
StoryPresidential Crime PoppyS28 years 7 months ago
StoryDiagnosis a True Beginning Bee158 years 7 months ago
StoryShetland city31638 years 7 months ago
StoryRumours of a Hurricane ralph18 years 7 months ago
StoryAssume - Not! PoppyS08 years 7 months ago
StoryMynydd Troed Rhiannonw178 years 8 months ago
StoryStrange and Familiar Faces rosaliekempthorne118 years 8 months ago
StoryTimeline PoppyS28 years 10 months ago
StoryGlory after Glory PoppyS38 years 10 months ago
StoryI'm Going Through Changes skinner_jennifer188 years 11 months ago
StoryTracy Chapman and Chardonnay PoppyS18 years 11 months ago
StorySurround Them With Love skinner_jennifer128 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dormant Soldier PoppyS08 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sherbet Lemon Conversation. jolono48 years 11 months ago
StoryLifeless PoppyS28 years 11 months ago
Story3 lives; 3 festivals (IP) well-wisher18 years 11 months ago
StoryMedieval Minds YaseminB38 years 11 months ago
StoryiPlastic iDrew68 years 11 months ago
Forum topicPublished? Ashbee98 years 11 months ago
StoryDeath and Stuff gletherby68 years 11 months ago
StoryBlank Pages PoppyS08 years 11 months ago
Storytupelo honey Nolan48 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Shoe

We searched for my lost shoe your patience finding a refuge amongst the dust under the bed. Seems ages since we laughed last night my head hurts –...

Child

I will pick you roses in the white of fallen April snow. Wait tirelessly on corners wrapped in cold amid the winters shades of blue To open lips that...

Once

She kissed a man once. Closely shaven – misbehaves she fancied. His breath was one of honey and cigars he held her hand, gentlemanly like she...

September - How

September How I am grieving your goodbyes already. Suffused in the low lie of your sun as over high top mountains, that stretch to reach winter...

The Beach

I find the beach stimulating, energizing especially when the tide swathes the shoreline, caressing the pebbles with its foaming softness. There is...

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