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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

Night sailor

By hannie on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

Late one winter's night I was visited by a sailor (While I was in my satin nightgown - Hidden creases were still cool against my skin.) I let him...
Love
Story
Certificate U

March

By hannie on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

Is not a rigid dance, For I see snow on your daffodils, sometimes. When I woke up this morning I found it hard to breathe Because of the cold on the...
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

I wonder if she knows

By hannie on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

Its dark with shadows in the hall, And sometimes I like to sit on top of the stairs Counting the smudgy reflections of the spindles One by one On my...
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

from the North

By hannie on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

The best light you can get is from the North (Though it's dark in winter time And snow is only seen through an oil lamp So it's not so true, only...
Miscellaneous
Certificate U

Snow

By hannie on Wed, 15 Sep 2004

An angel, choking on your unique diamonds - not in carbon formation, sparkle in excess. Snow, your colour pure, with silent 'h' to all the sledgers...
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

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