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StoryNight on the Surgical Ward. QueenElf113 years 1 month ago
StoryTis the Season to be Prickly QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryPurnell's Fields. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryNews from the Lilac Tree. QueenElf213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Tenth Revolution. QueenElf113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Ides of March QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 2. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Star Visitors. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryPortrait in a darkened Mirror. QueenElf113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. Chapter 3. QueenElf113 years 1 month ago
StoryNostaligia Comp...A Letter. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Womens' Reading Group. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryLeaving ...Behind. (Edited). QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryMaghda. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryPlease, Please, Me! (Inspiration Point.) QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StorySophie's Urn. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryMilk Train. (Flash Fiction). QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryPut me Down with Dignity. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryOrigami. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryNyctophobia. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StorySigned, Sealed and Delivered. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryShoes. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Eulogy: Eccentric Old Lady Takes The Plunge. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryMy daughter sent me an unformed poem for Mother's Day. QueenElf013 years 1 month ago
StoryLetting Go. QueenElf013 years 1 month 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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