Belle

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Forum topicA Bit of Fun Belle410 years 9 months ago
Forum topicnew story - comments appreciated Belle110 years 9 months ago
Forum topicRevelations Belle510 years 9 months ago
Forum topichello Belle710 years 9 months ago
Collectionoddments Belle010 years 9 months ago
StorySmiley Face Belle010 years 11 months ago
StoryPalestine Belle010 years 11 months ago
StoryLast Orders Belle010 years 11 months ago
StoryIce Cream in Winter Belle010 years 11 months ago
Forum topicArranged Marriages hox618 years 2 months ago
Forum topicCurtains by Tanis. QueenElf618 years 2 months ago
Forum topicPenguin Jack Cade718 years 2 months ago
Forum topicQueenelf - What if? lisa h818 years 2 months ago
Forum topicDown And Out In The Jobcentre by QueenElf tara_hanks1118 years 3 months ago
Forum topicPalestine by Belle neilmc318 years 3 months ago
Forum topicbluefalang by a young southern oregon ex pat. maisie118 years 3 months ago
Forum topicQuestions ralph3918 years 3 months ago

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Smiley Face

This is where our mums used to take us when we were kids. It's not bad I suppose. I liked when I was younger, climbing frames especially. I liked climbing as high as I could and looking down and everyone being small. They took that big frame away though, said it wasn't safe anymore. Haven't put anything else up either. Skanks. There's just this one now, think it's probably been here for a hundred years.

Ice Cream in Winter

"God I'm so bored I think I might have to slit my wrists. Donna picked up a knife from the work surface tidy and pretended to drag it across the inside of her wrists. "You don't want to go doing it like that, you'll never bleed to death. Better to do it lengthways so you open all the veins up
Cherry

Palestine

He looks very young. Are they sending children now to fix TVs? He passes me his official ID, and I check it twice, just to be sure. His face is half familiar from the news reports ' only just too old to be throwing stones, old enough to be an Infitada suicide bomber. It is a face that has slid out from these reports and is now standing on my doorstep looking a bit nervous.

Last Orders

I motioned for the barmaid to put another whiskey in my glass. It was a foul night and most of the sailors had been adding to my profits since the afternoon. Heavy wind always makes for a certain restless, wild behaviour and I could see an argument brewing between two of my regulars over their games of cards. Greek Paulie had lost the last four hands and the set of his jaw became more aggressive with every card that seemed to be taking his opponent to another victory.