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StoryNight on the Surgical Ward. QueenElf112 years 1 week ago
StoryTis the Season to be Prickly QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryPurnell's Fields. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryNews from the Lilac Tree. QueenElf212 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Tenth Revolution. QueenElf112 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Ides of March QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 2. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Star Visitors. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryPortrait in a darkened Mirror. QueenElf112 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 3. QueenElf112 years 1 week ago
StoryNostaligia Comp...A Letter. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryLeaving ...Behind. (Edited). QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryMaghda. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryPlease, Please, Me! (Inspiration Point.) QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StorySophie's Urn. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryMilk Train. (Flash Fiction). QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryPut me Down with Dignity. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryOrigami. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryNyctophobia. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StorySigned, Sealed and Delivered. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryShoes. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryMy Eulogy: Eccentric Old Lady Takes The Plunge. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryMy daughter sent me an unformed poem for Mother's Day. QueenElf012 years 1 week ago
StoryLetting Go. QueenElf012 years 1 week 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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