QueenElf

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StoryNight on the Surgical Ward. QueenElf112 years 10 months ago
StoryTis the Season to be Prickly QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryPurnell's Fields. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryNews from the Lilac Tree. QueenElf212 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Tenth Revolution. QueenElf112 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ides of March QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 2. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Star Visitors. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryPortrait in a darkened Mirror. QueenElf112 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 3. QueenElf112 years 10 months ago
StoryNostaligia Comp...A Letter. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryLeaving ...Behind. (Edited). QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryMaghda. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryPlease, Please, Me! (Inspiration Point.) QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StorySophie's Urn. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryMilk Train. (Flash Fiction). QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryPut me Down with Dignity. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryOrigami. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryNyctophobia. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StorySigned, Sealed and Delivered. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryShoes. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Eulogy: Eccentric Old Lady Takes The Plunge. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryMy daughter sent me an unformed poem for Mother's Day. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago
StoryLetting Go. QueenElf012 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

No More Than Ten Words.

‘Fuck!’, I threw my cards down on the table. ‘No bottle, that’s you, Sol.’

The Tenth Revolution.

No Teasers - just work it out for yourselves.

The Ides of March

The stile wasn’t that high, but I still offered the girls a leg-up, after all it was the least I could do after last night’s party. Trevor was moaning as usual. Tough luck.

Dawn in the Poppy Field.

I would not want you anyway but this – a pink dawn Rising across the fields –your footprints small in the Dew on the grass – the first faint stirrings of a fractured

The Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 2.

I thought that I'd posted Chapter 2 here and now I can't see it anywhere.I might as well publish it on here as I'm unlikely to ever publish it anywhere else.

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