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StoryNight sailor hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryMarch hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryTrain journey at 20miles per hour hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryRisk hannie013 years 1 month ago
StorySniffing, on a Sunday night hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryPerformance hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryNext Year hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryLooking hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryMemories hannie013 years 1 month ago
StorySnail hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryI wonder if she knows hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn November hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryH; The M42 South-West hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn need of... hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryIt is finished, now hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryFalling Asleep hannie013 years 1 month ago
Storyfrom the North hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryDriftwood hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryFive, again hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryDinner table hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryE: A Mirage hannie013 years 1 month ago
StoryDog, Destroyed, 22nd May 1998 hannie013 years 1 month 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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