Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryAmanda blighters rock64 years 7 months ago
CollectionSketching in Ireland Frances Macaula...04 years 7 months ago
StoryWrite to Romance (short story pub. in 2000 'Urban Scrawl') Frances Macaula...24 years 7 months ago
StoryMilk-Money Door Frances Macaula...74 years 7 months ago
StoryWarm welcome Rhiannonw264 years 7 months ago
Storyunkissed celticman304 years 7 months ago
StoryThandi Frances Macaula...94 years 7 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ Roots & Wings (published poem) Frances Macaula...14 years 7 months ago
StoryAfrica ~ An Easter Tragedy (published poem) Frances Macaula...04 years 7 months ago
CollectionMy 1968 Notebook written in Africa Frances Macaula...04 years 7 months ago
StoryThen to Spring socialeaf134 years 7 months ago
StoryObscurity rosaquinn14 years 7 months ago
StoryJunk Jewellery Jane Hyphen94 years 7 months ago
StoryThe return of the teabag blighters rock24 years 7 months ago
StoryYorkshire Location Shoot Ewan14 years 7 months ago
CollectionThe Return of Rainbows (published chapbook) Frances Macaula...04 years 7 months ago
StoryHooked Frances Macaula...84 years 7 months ago
StoryPigs might... Frances Macaula...44 years 7 months ago
StoryConvoy to Canberra Frances Macaula...64 years 7 months ago
StoryCoral Bay Frances Macaula...64 years 7 months ago
StorySome days begin with a swim littleditty184 years 8 months ago
StoryIs there a moral … ? (IP) Rhiannonw124 years 10 months ago
StoryWinter Trees hoalarg136 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Bountiful celticman206 years 6 months ago
StoryForever Young rosaliekempthorne26 years 6 months ago

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My stories

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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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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