Frances Macaulay Forde

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StorySculptures by the Sea Frances Macaula...44 years 4 months ago
StorySplendid Blue Frances Macaula...64 years 4 months ago
StorySixty Frances Macaula...14 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Cannot Be Our Home Jane Hyphen204 years 4 months ago
StoryTo Dream Of Swallows Is An Ill Omen onemorething144 years 4 months ago
StoryI often concern myself blighters rock24 years 4 months ago
StoryHet Bonhe marandina234 years 4 months ago
StoryUp On The Ridgeway skinner_jennifer174 years 5 months ago
StoryValentine's Day Massacre Frances Macaula...04 years 5 months ago
StoryTime Travails smokejack14 years 5 months ago
StoryBrief Miscounter smokejack14 years 5 months ago
StoryI Wish I...... smokejack14 years 5 months ago
StoryFlowers smokejack14 years 5 months ago
StoryIn My African Childhood... Frances Macaula...54 years 5 months ago
StoryHidden Capacity Frances Macaula...44 years 5 months ago
StoryAmanda blighters rock64 years 5 months ago
CollectionSketching in Ireland Frances Macaula...04 years 5 months ago
StoryWrite to Romance (short story pub. in 2000 'Urban Scrawl') Frances Macaula...24 years 5 months ago
StoryMilk-Money Door Frances Macaula...74 years 5 months ago
StoryWarm welcome Rhiannonw264 years 5 months ago
Storyunkissed celticman304 years 5 months ago
StoryThandi Frances Macaula...94 years 5 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ Roots & Wings (published poem) Frances Macaula...14 years 5 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ An Easter Tragedy (published poem) Frances Macaula...04 years 5 months ago
CollectionMy 1968 Notebook written in Africa Frances Macaula...04 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Have I told you lately...

Our morning ritual to say thank you for my cup of tea lovingly prepared, just strong enough, just milky enough no sugar. So much attention carefully...
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Melissa's Melody

Observations on a train. Muffled music begins and everyone near searches in pockets and pouches for their mobiles. “ Melissa” speaks loudly and I...
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Late Lecturer

LATE LECTURER For Glen….. Skeleton turned to the corner Polka dots. Orange cord. Yellow book. Blue Chairs. Wasting. Waiting. Bemused. Is it raining...

Wardrobe Mistress

I stood in front of the wardrobe we shared and stared and stared. I had just seen her with overalls down below her knees, your familiar bare bum...
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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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