Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryWarm welcome Rhiannonw263 years 4 months ago
Storyunkissed celticman303 years 4 months ago
StoryThandi Frances Macaula...93 years 4 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ Roots & Wings (published poem) Frances Macaula...13 years 4 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ An Easter Tragedy (published poem) Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
CollectionMy 1968 Notebook written in Africa Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryThen to Spring socialeaf133 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Easy Option luigi_pagano83 years 4 months ago
StoryMusing luigi_pagano43 years 4 months ago
StoryObscurity rosaquinn13 years 4 months ago
StoryJunk Jewellery Jane Hyphen93 years 4 months ago
StoryThe return of the teabag blighters rock23 years 4 months ago
StoryCommunication luigi_pagano93 years 4 months ago
StoryYorkshire Location Shoot Ewan13 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe Return of Rainbows (published chapbook) Frances Macaula...03 years 4 months ago
StoryHooked Frances Macaula...83 years 4 months ago
StoryPigs might... Frances Macaula...43 years 4 months ago
StoryConvoy to Canberra Frances Macaula...63 years 4 months ago
StoryCoral Bay Frances Macaula...63 years 4 months ago
StoryA Day Trip luigi_pagano63 years 4 months ago
StorySome days begin with a swim littleditty183 years 5 months ago
StoryIs there a moral … ? (IP) Rhiannonw123 years 8 months ago
StoryWinter Trees hoalarg135 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Bountiful celticman205 years 4 months ago
StoryForever Young rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Valentine's Day Massacre

I got married on Valentine’s Day. That massacred the commercial celebration for me forever! But I’m not bitter. Perhaps I should explain… It’s...

Inspiration

Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom when I have a perfectly good study - a space cleared for thought? I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake...

ReUnion

stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...

Koffee Korner Kafé

Rows of Midleton houses seem to sail in the crisp, Irish air with branches of hundred- year-old trees, bared for winter cold, age- weighted,...

In My African Childhood...

In My African childhood We lived next door to a ‘church’, could hear their fervent chest-beating, shouting at all times of the day and night. So...

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