hannie
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Night sailor | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | March | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Train journey at 20miles per hour | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Risk | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Sniffing, on a Sunday night | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Performance | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Next Year | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Looking | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Memories | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Snail | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | I wonder if she knows | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | In November | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | H; The M42 South-West | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | In need of... | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | It is finished, now | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Falling Asleep | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | from the North | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Driftwood | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Five, again | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Dinner table | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | E: A Mirage | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Dog, Destroyed, 22nd May 1998 | hannie | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
My stories
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Now: tennis ball a thump on the door rollers a star inspiration secret smile spaghetti bolognase regret an essay question applause toast hugs a...
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Burning
I try to scribble you initial on every spare piece of card or book, folder or table I touch. I must always change you to my name - H, H, on and over...
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- 446 reads
Swimming
A heap of chilling cossie - in a still moment I clench my toes around, against the grain, To be touched by the fabric of before.
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- 508 reads
Being
My fluffy clock - I can touch it, throw it, break it, It exists, and breakable It is there I can see it. Desks are hard, and can be Sat upon or...
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- 536 reads
Performance
The light is supposed to be like A flooded clinic Milking and sapping through my stage - Dark blocks and starts and uncarressed shards. I will...
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- 486 reads