Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee398 years 1 week ago
StoryOxford Blue ralph28 years 2 weeks ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand218 years 4 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand208 years 4 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand78 years 5 months ago
StoryElegy for Eve Silver Spun Sand128 years 5 months ago
StoryQuiet! Frances Macaula...28 years 5 months ago
Story'Go Now' Silver Spun Sand68 years 5 months ago
StoryA Natural Mum Frances Macaula...38 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand108 years 6 months ago
StoryWithout Wheels Frances Macaula...68 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Hand that Takes the Picture Silver Spun Sand148 years 9 months ago
StoryTwo Fans Frances Macaula...28 years 10 months ago
StoryRed Lipstick Frances Macaula...69 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBattle Cries Bee469 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Prologue 1 Frances Macaula...39 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Prologue 2 Frances Macaula...29 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Chapter 1 Frances Macaula...09 years 1 month ago
StoryBrolga Dance Frances Macaula...49 years 2 months ago
StoryDark Ages Bee179 years 2 months ago
StoryShoots Leaves and Eats Silver Spun Sand49 years 2 months ago
StoryFire Angels Frances Macaula...49 years 2 months ago
StoryWe're all puppets now blighters rock139 years 2 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Life... Silver Spun Sand229 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Four Flowers (Children’s rhyme) well-wisher29 years 6 months ago

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Mwambeshi Memories

Days gone by when safety wasn’t an issue, I remember a little stream that beckoned a group of friends in Garneton. How many times did we saunter -...

Splendid Blue

Splendid Blue In breeding plumage his world knows no guns, only the garden sprays killing his insect food. Still, he flits and flirts, happy in his...
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Quiet!

I hear my world better when there are no words closed library eyes see eddying images churn before being controlled writing a new narrative it’s kind...

A Natural Mum

A Natural Mum a farmers daughter knew about living what was important filtered accordingly allowed her children freedom to explore worlds in books...

Without Wheels

Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to a life-time of...

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