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StoryPound Shop amlee012 years 5 months ago
StoryThorns amlee312 years 6 months ago
StorySKY FALL: All in a Day's Work For a Homeless Shelter Runner amlee112 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Little Matchbox amlee212 years 6 months ago
StoryOutsider amlee412 years 6 months ago
StorySeeing Red amlee012 years 6 months ago
StoryWhere Red Kites Dance amlee112 years 6 months ago
StorySaved by Noodles amlee212 years 6 months ago
StoryLying Under Cloud Cover amlee412 years 7 months ago
StoryRestless amlee112 years 7 months ago
StoryAutumn Blues amlee112 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Boy in the Window amlee212 years 7 months ago
StoryFall in Scargill amlee212 years 7 months ago
StoryDescent amlee412 years 7 months ago
StoryComing Home amlee012 years 7 months ago
StoryMen At War amlee012 years 8 months ago
StoryWoolly Mammoth Heart amlee612 years 8 months ago
Forum topicWheatsheaf Readers And Listeners scratch2012 years 8 months ago
StoryCorn Past Its Prime amlee212 years 8 months ago
StoryGetting Away With Murder amlee012 years 8 months ago
StoryDownpour amlee012 years 8 months ago
StoryDamsel in Distress amlee212 years 8 months ago
StoryUnbounded amlee012 years 8 months ago
StoryPillow Love Song amlee012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Other Side of Our Unintended Actions amlee212 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Death by Pizza

You do not ply me with champagne that tickles. Nor choice oyster morsels that soft slipping trickle. But dangle to entangle, a dread bready carrot to...

Importunata

We study each other a whispered kiss apart, with eyes hard-glazed like cats: yours an amber tiger's pounce soft landing upon fluffed pillows beneath...
Cherry

Autumn Angling

Isn't this the time of year when one could gaze in endless wonderment, as Nature, frantic in the final closure of autumn, braces itself against clear...

Saturday Rumble

Friday moon, sharp hung with September's knife edge upon mellowed memories of receding rubied wines; finally surrenders to oblivion of ink-bled night...

Ice Ice Baby

In Reykjavik it's raining gales howling black and blue blown cobwebs from our dreaming the threads twixt me and you In Eglissta∂ir it's drizzling sky...
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