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StoryWhere the Seabirds Fly Silver Spun Sand1210 years 4 months ago
StoryPure Heart (Calon Lân) Rhiannonw610 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Problem with Peyote love_writing1710 years 4 months ago
StorySnowdrop iris610 years 4 months ago
Story‘Rhiannon’ (IP) Rhiannonw410 years 4 months ago
StoryPeople Smugglers Rhiannonw2010 years 4 months ago
StoryIt's Only Me, Mrs. Jenkins Silver Spun Sand610 years 4 months ago
StoryOld West Refined with Color a102866510 years 4 months ago
Story“The joy of an Indian summer*” Rhiannonw1510 years 5 months ago
StoryPoet to his Muse Silver Spun Sand1210 years 5 months ago
StoryIt was Summer - that First Morning Silver Spun Sand810 years 5 months ago
StoryFishing Trip windrose210 years 5 months ago
Storyspider town celticman1310 years 5 months ago
StoryStepping Stones (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand810 years 5 months ago
StoryA Simple Mind luigi_pagano610 years 5 months ago
StoryTell-tale Tit! Rhiannonw2110 years 5 months ago
StoryNo Longer Alone skinner_jennifer1010 years 5 months ago
Story'Made in India' Silver Spun Sand1010 years 5 months ago
StoryWhat Do I Know skinner_jennifer910 years 5 months ago
StorySlow Burn Philip Sidney1810 years 5 months ago
StorySeptember Rhiannonw2110 years 5 months ago
StoryCome October Silver Spun Sand1610 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Branch Library hilary west310 years 5 months ago
StoryI am Boulez hilary west210 years 5 months ago
StoryJourneys Silver Spun Sand910 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

A Little Tart

I just have to do as he tells me. "C’mon love, Give me what I like...I’ll see you’re alright..."
Cherry

An Air on a G String

Bach was to blame for bringing them together;
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Cherry

For What it's Worth...

How could I possibly have known when I woke that December morning, the last of the month, it was to be the day we two would make that final ascent?
Cherry

Black Rain

6th August, 1945. Hiroshima. Seventy years on.
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Washing Day

Her smalls on the line – slow shimmying with the breeze;

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