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StoryThe Contrivances - A History (Part One) hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Quadratic Equations Of Summer hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Best Way? hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe All-Nude Orienteering and Woodland Sexual Perversion Club hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryProtagonist Beetlelicker hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryMajor Scientific Breakthrough hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Legends Of The Shopping Mall hadley111 years 11 months ago
StorySex, Pies And Sellotape hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryUndercover Wartime Perversions hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Wind is a Child hadley211 years 11 months ago
StoryTimes Beyond Recall hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryRural Post Offices hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Day Is Slow - [Terza Rima] hadley111 years 11 months ago
StorySpending Time hadley211 years 11 months ago
StorySummoning The Plagues hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryOut Of The Mists Of Dreaming hadley211 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Lesser Great Spotted Night Hens hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryStories and Promises hadley011 years 11 months ago
StorySunday Dinner (With Grandmother) hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Morning On Your Tongue hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe End Of Summer hadley011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Shopping Tiger and its Advantages hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Diversity Outreach Co-Ordinator With No Name hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryThis is like Forgetting hadley111 years 11 months ago
StoryTime And The Sky Revolve Around Us hadley311 years 11 months ago

My stories

Forgotten Dreams

These beautiful things, delicate and small Are made for turning to catch the light and eye These are like dreams, and dropped so easily On the still warm pillow as you awake,

Beneath Arching Wings

And would you ever soar on up so high All over these forests and mountainsides While following the twists and turns below Of my own bluest river under skies

Dreams Will Grow From Turning Time

As night arrives to take your hands and go To places dreams will grow from turning time Around and twisting memory and hope Across the pillow held beneath your head
Cherry

Felt Hat

She arrived in a flurry of snow, hat, coat, umbrella and explanations. As usual she talked too much and I didn't need explanations. I saw what I could see.

The Summer of Vegetables

‘C’mon baby, get on down and pickle my cabbage’ with those words from the legendary number one single by Stan Dibber and the Allotment Lean-Tos, Britain’s Summer Of Vegetables began.

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