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StoryNight sailor hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryMarch hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryTrain journey at 20miles per hour hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryRisk hannie012 years 8 months ago
StorySniffing, on a Sunday night hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryPerformance hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryNext Year hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryLooking hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryMemories hannie012 years 8 months ago
StorySnail hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryI wonder if she knows hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryIn November hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryH; The M42 South-West hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryIn need of... hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryIt is finished, now hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryFalling Asleep hannie012 years 8 months ago
Storyfrom the North hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryDriftwood hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryFive, again hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryDinner table hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryE: A Mirage hannie012 years 8 months ago
StoryDog, Destroyed, 22nd May 1998 hannie012 years 8 months ago

My stories

Next Year

By hannie on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

I thought that I should think about it a lot. Where will I be, Who will I be with? Will it be the same, worse Maybe better as I'd hoped? And I have...
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In need of...

By hannie on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

Swaying to this song alone - My favourite kind All lulling rythms and the chorus that makes me cry For no reason at all Except needing someone To...
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Sniffing, on a Sunday night

By hannie on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

Sitting at my computer, typing. Glaring white screen - While I sniff and sway to the radio. The light is an unintrusive sort of orange And doesn't...
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Wine

By hannie on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

I cry for what I was, I cry for what I am, And I cry for what I could have been After two glasses of Chardonnay and a trembling lip for weeks.
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Five, again

By hannie on Wed, 29 Sep 2004

If only I had a playground To sit on under a tree And silently tell myself There are other kids in the classroom, And smile when someone asks me to...
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