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StoryConsequences (IP) Rhiannonw1111 years 2 months ago
StoryDiary of Susannah Woychik, 1868- 6 New Home jeand1211 years 2 months ago
StoryShenandoah Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
StoryFor Sale - Sold as Seen Silver Spun Sand1011 years 2 months ago
StoryOf Gods and Machines luigi_pagano611 years 2 months ago
StoryA Tribute To Hope Bee1411 years 2 months ago
StoryLate January Morn Silver Spun Sand1411 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat I promised the sea rjnewlyn1011 years 2 months ago
StoryOf gods out of machines (IP) Rhiannonw1111 years 2 months ago
StoryA 5-year old’s bedroom (IP) Rhiannonw2011 years 2 months ago
StorySnow Flakes skinner_jennifer1211 years 2 months ago
Story27th January, 2015 Silver Spun Sand411 years 2 months ago
StoryAston on Clun Ramble Rhiannonw811 years 2 months ago
StoryStill Waters london_calling791011 years 2 months ago
StoryPoor Dad! (IP) Rhiannonw1011 years 2 months ago
StorySnow of silence love_writing211 years 2 months ago
StoryTwenty two years and Seventy Years Alan Russell111 years 2 months ago
StoryBreast is Best Silver Spun Sand811 years 2 months ago
StoryGirl at Piano Silver Spun Sand411 years 2 months ago
Story"Hi" maggyvaneijk1311 years 2 months ago
StoryUnsuspecting Chapter 1 M T M511 years 2 months ago
StoryFair M T M111 years 2 months ago
StoryBench. M T M211 years 2 months ago
StoryMind The Gap (IP) Rhiannonw611 years 2 months ago
StoryExtra Busy Parents Rhiannonw1011 years 2 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

The Myth of Narcissus

Spring has arrived and yet, but one tiny bud would dare to open;

The Nothingness of Stars

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces between stars – stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home to scare myself with my own desert places. Robert Frost
Cherry

Spring Springs

The time of year when the earth is created again, one piece at a time,
Gold cherry

The Beat Goes On

Durham Buildings reeks of spliff, of fish and chips and oysters,

Silence is Golden

Looks at her – 'eyes could charm the birds right out the trees', and perhaps they did.

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