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StoryThe Contrivances - A History (Part One) hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Quadratic Equations Of Summer hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Best Way? hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe All-Nude Orienteering and Woodland Sexual Perversion Club hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryProtagonist Beetlelicker hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryMajor Scientific Breakthrough hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Legends Of The Shopping Mall hadley113 years 1 month ago
StorySex, Pies And Sellotape hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryUndercover Wartime Perversions hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Wind is a Child hadley213 years 1 month ago
StoryTimes Beyond Recall hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryRural Post Offices hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Day Is Slow - [Terza Rima] hadley113 years 1 month ago
StorySpending Time hadley213 years 1 month ago
StorySummoning The Plagues hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryOut Of The Mists Of Dreaming hadley213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lesser Great Spotted Night Hens hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryStories and Promises hadley013 years 1 month ago
StorySunday Dinner (With Grandmother) hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Morning On Your Tongue hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe End Of Summer hadley013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Shopping Tiger and its Advantages hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Diversity Outreach Co-Ordinator With No Name hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryThis is like Forgetting hadley113 years 1 month ago
StoryTime And The Sky Revolve Around Us hadley313 years 1 month 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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