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StoryStrange Little Bloke Dynamaso1616 years 8 months ago
StorySome More On Poetry Form mcscraic216 years 8 months ago
StorySemetric Poetry Form mcscraic116 years 8 months ago
StoryTable For One mcscraic216 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Interview mcscraic416 years 8 months ago
StoryThrough The Flames mcscraic216 years 10 months ago
StoryThinking Of Halloween mcscraic217 years 2 weeks ago
StorySnatched mcscraic217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Bravery Of My Father mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryPoetry And The Love Factor mcscraic817 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Reconciliation mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryNot So Alone mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryHound Of The Heath mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryEscape From Interrogation mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Poet Gets A Job mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryIrish Living mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryMirror World mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryOn The Bus mcscraic217 years 7 months ago
StoryHotel Berlin - Chapter 1 Fallen_Hero117 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mexican Sun keleph1017 years 7 months ago
Forum topicRound the Turf Fire by mcscraic david2885119 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Life At Sunrise

Good morning I love you Lord. thank you for a new day I can see and I can hear , I’m alive . Dear Lord on this day everything is as you have planned and the miracle is ,

Life In The Spring

Flowers In The Desert - Once was a desert as dry as could be , but the colours of spring came a rescued me . Miracles and wonders , sunshine and rain .

Summer Life

Summer reminds us that life is always changing as those freezing cold days of winter never last . As the summer sun burns away some cold memories

Autumn Reflections

Bleak and unique is like Autumns kiss Life sometimes is a picture of this . Autumn’s colours are life’s middle way , between the black and white there is grey

Life In The Winter

Winter is a time to share and appreciate simple things in our lives . See the warmth of our breath in the crisp morning air .

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