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StoryJosh Rimmer Jack Fritwell169 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Broomstick hilary west59 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Child lisa h199 years 8 months ago
StoryFor Elice jeand99 years 8 months ago
StorySprayed Words (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw169 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Journey to End all Journeys (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand79 years 8 months ago
StorySeeing the Light Silver Spun Sand169 years 8 months ago
StoryIroning Unironed Silver Spun Sand69 years 8 months ago
StoryBreaking the Ice Silver Spun Sand109 years 8 months ago
Story'The Parting of the Ways' Silver Spun Sand129 years 8 months ago
StoryOn Preparing a Fruit Salad Silver Spun Sand109 years 8 months ago
StoryA Derelict Engineering Factory In South Birmingham Kilb5089 years 8 months ago
StoryWhat Am I? Silver Spun Sand89 years 8 months ago
StoryGirl with Tambourine (Poetry Monthly Silver Spun Sand129 years 8 months ago
StoryA Christmas Call Kilb5089 years 8 months ago
StoryPlease don't touch me Deliberately Ev...119 years 8 months ago
StoryHer Prayer Mat Kilb5039 years 8 months ago
StoryCompassion Deliberately Ev...79 years 8 months ago
StoryA Carol Rhiannonw109 years 8 months ago
StoryBird as messenger Stephen Thom119 years 8 months ago
StoryThe tangible, and the intangible (IP) Rhiannonw89 years 8 months ago
StoryJourneys Starfish Girl99 years 8 months ago
StorySolemates (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand69 years 9 months ago
StoryAt The Café Bee179 years 9 months ago
StoryPreparing to Meet Your Goliath Silver Spun Sand129 years 9 months ago

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My stories

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Why Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly)

Fascinating things - funerals...snippets of conversations. Especially if you're a 'fly on the wall'.
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Lucy in the Sky

Days were scattered that year, like the leaves seemed to engulf the bench where we two sat...
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The Woman in White

They paid their last respects, laid tulips on the new-dug grave of the vicar's wife...
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'The Old Man of Coniston'

Gaze so glued to the skies, I doubt he's aware the two of us share the same square meter of shale...
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La Fille Mal Gardee

Almost dark...most of the students, long gone...

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