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StoryWorn down Mum Rhiannonw1011 years 2 months ago
StoryTicket to Fly... Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
StorySusannah Woychik's Letters -4 1872-73 jeand1211 years 2 months ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Starting Over skinner_jennifer1411 years 2 months ago
StoryI’ve always known best … (IP) Rhiannonw711 years 2 months ago
StoryHis Father's Eyes Silver Spun Sand1411 years 2 months ago
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Story‘The day I forgot my pin …’ (IP) Rhiannonw1111 years 2 months ago
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StoryTo a Cherry Tree Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat if …? (IP) Rhiannonw411 years 2 months ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Time To Reminisce skinner_jennifer1511 years 2 months ago
StoryOn Aging Loss, Fractured World Rhiannonw811 years 2 months ago
StoryDo Not Be My Valentine Bee1811 years 2 months ago
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StoryShells On My Mind Bee1111 years 2 months ago
StoryThese I Have Loved Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
StoryOnly Cats Know When to Walk Away Silver Spun Sand1211 years 3 months ago
StoryRoom Six - Tooting Bec Asylum...1982 Silver Spun Sand611 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat lay beyond the glass rjnewlyn411 years 3 months ago
StoryGirl Watching Goldfish Silver Spun Sand1011 years 3 months ago
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My stories

The Naming of Plants

Some half-naked – stripped of their papery raiment...
Cherry

Camelot

A story, loosely woven from the threads of the legend of Camelot, written in the style of Tennyson's poem, 'The Lady of Shallot'.
Cherry

A Blot on the Landscape

...much of rural Britain, clothed in the garish garb of a rubbish-tip; plastic bags...French-fry cartons...

In the Cold, Spring Sunlight...

(Edited) ...it was mothers who stood out on the steps of St. Paul's, at today's service commemorating the end of UK's involvement in the Afghan War...some wearing blood-red knitted poppies to raise money for military charities that give ongoing care for the wounded. Whatever views one holds as to the rights or wrongs of such involvement, the stark reality is, that 453 British souls were lost, along with an unrecorded number of Afghanistans', and as many families...wives, husbands, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, friends, left to deal, alone, with the aftermath. At the very least...a prayer for them?

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