Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryInspiration Frances Macaula...24 years 1 month ago
StoryUmbrella Sea Frances Macaula...54 years 1 month ago
StoryRecycled Frances Macaula...24 years 1 month ago
StorySculptures by the Sea Frances Macaula...44 years 1 month ago
StorySplendid Blue Frances Macaula...64 years 1 month ago
StorySixty Frances Macaula...14 years 1 month ago
StoryThis Cannot Be Our Home Jane Hyphen204 years 1 month ago
StoryTo Dream Of Swallows Is An Ill Omen onemorething144 years 1 month ago
StoryI often concern myself blighters rock24 years 1 month ago
StoryHet Bonhe marandina234 years 1 month ago
StoryUp On The Ridgeway skinner_jennifer174 years 1 month ago
StoryValentine's Day Massacre Frances Macaula...04 years 1 month ago
StoryTime Travails smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryBrief Miscounter smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryI Wish I...... smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryFlowers smokejack14 years 1 month ago
StoryIn My African Childhood... Frances Macaula...54 years 1 month ago
StoryHidden Capacity Frances Macaula...44 years 1 month ago
StoryAmanda blighters rock64 years 1 month ago
CollectionSketching in Ireland Frances Macaula...04 years 1 month ago
StoryWrite to Romance (short story pub. in 2000 'Urban Scrawl') Frances Macaula...24 years 1 month ago
StoryMilk-Money Door Frances Macaula...74 years 1 month ago
StoryWarm welcome Rhiannonw264 years 1 month ago
Storyunkissed celticman304 years 1 month ago
StoryThandi Frances Macaula...94 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Write to Romance

Jessica drove furiously through familiar back streets - happy that she'd didn't have to travel to Cottesloe; being late for meetings at Tom Collins...
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Road Ribbons to Forever

still cold the orb lay low quick glimpse then hidden motor climbing to drown crow’s haunting early wake-up call blades of light chop dust and dirt...
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Sketching

I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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Never

What can you say when a dear friend passes away? That they were good and kind and loved my many? That they were respected and stood by their beliefs...
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Loose Lettuce Leaf Factory Tour

Brake squeal announced busload disembark - not locals but a chattering multi-cultural arc. Concentration torn from my romance book I grabbed my bag...
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