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StoryPaper Gymnasts PoppyS26 years 10 months ago
StoryPosthumous Pen PoppyS26 years 10 months ago
StoryCigarette MelindaLit96 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Corset PoppyS56 years 10 months ago
StoryDaddies and Sweets. PoppyS96 years 10 months ago
StoryWrath rosaliekempthorne56 years 10 months ago
StoryPride rosaliekempthorne26 years 10 months ago
StoryApple Pie PoppyS56 years 10 months ago
StoryShoot The Line PoppyS36 years 10 months ago
StoryMoorland PoppyS46 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Oak Tree hedgehog196 years 10 months ago
StoryIlliusions PoppyS06 years 10 months ago
StorySecrets PoppyS26 years 10 months ago
StorySummer Love PoppyS36 years 10 months ago
StoryA horse in a house well-wisher26 years 10 months ago
StoryFlotsam (Poetry Monthly) london_calling7956 years 10 months ago
StorySummers Red Skirt Endings PoppyS76 years 10 months ago
StoryFrom a bus Parson Thru86 years 10 months ago
StoryYellow for my daughter seashore356 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Invisible Child. Ladylily26 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Mourner

By PoppyS on Thu, 09 Nov 2017

He was much impressed by the order of death providing it was not to be his own. This most dour of occasions kindled the holy in him. Black hat –...
Unclassified
Poem
Certificate U
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Cherry

City Breath

By PoppyS on Wed, 08 Nov 2017

She breathes this City of mine gently perspiring fashions latest designer toxic vapor whilst neon pulses flowing through her veins - sleep does not...
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Dogs of War

By PoppyS on Fri, 03 Nov 2017

I wrote this short story after finding an old postcard – sent from the front during WW1. The brave unnamed soldier asked about his Wife, and getting...
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

Genocide

By PoppyS on Thu, 02 Nov 2017

Smaller and smaller walking away yellow dress blowing freely in the wind You said – (my mama ) that dignity is not to be found in fear. Words that...
Crime
Poem
Certificate 12

Onion Moon

By PoppyS on Tue, 31 Oct 2017

If I peeled back its paper brown layers could I persuade you, that this onion is really the moon. If I filled your hands with copper coloured coins...
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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