Steve Button
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Last light | Steve Button | 17 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Summer Solstice | Silver Spun Sand | 16 | 14 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Hughie Gringo | celticman | 9 | 14 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Schneider's First Rank | jonahs cough | 8 | 15 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Note To An Aspiring Poet | Steve Button | 4 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | In The Hour Of Their Passing | Steve Button | 7 | 15 years 2 months ago |
| Story | A view from my kitchen window | skinner_jennifer | 13 | 15 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Fox | Steve Button | 5 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | In Her Eyes ( continued ) | tinkerbell9 | 7 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | On A Sunday Walk | Steve Button | 9 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | In The Wee Small Hours | Steve Button | 4 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | IN HER EYES | tinkerbell9 | 15 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | We Two | Steve Button | 2 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Plain speaking | Geoffrey | 2 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Capitalism Haiku Set | seannelson | 1 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Early Learning | Steve Button | 8 | 15 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The Sinister Art Of Listening In On Other People's Conversations | Steve Button | 5 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | A Massive Thankyou | tcook | 4 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Sun dance | Beeme | 23 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Only A Little Lonely | MistressDistress | 7 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | "Stories" | francisraymonda... | 2 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Who'll Pay the Piper? | Silver Spun Sand | 19 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Yellowstone | Steve Button | 4 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Fishing | Steve Button | 4 | 15 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Prague | Steve Button | 2 | 15 years 7 months ago |
My stories
The Last Thing That Was Mentioned
Heavy snow coming in off Lake Michigan in nasty flurries, a bitterly cold black Chicago night and his large, scarred hands were starting to freeze...
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The Dog With The Red Bow
The Dog With The Red Bow How could she have been so stupid? If she hadn’t been sitting on a crowded bus she would have slapped herself...
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From The Shore
I like the fact that before the sea I am the same as you The same as everyone Who falls To the swell of waves That pulse towards land A reminder Of the pull To our other selves
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Sparrows
She went to live in Ulm, City of sparrows, And so we sat in cafes by the Danube Admiring her new life. Sparrows hopped about Our coupled legs Beneath the tables. The streets were filled
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My Grandmother
Couldn’t get enough tea although She could barely stand still long enough To let the kettle boil. Family legend Claims a trace of gypsy blood and Irish temper To explain why she could be there
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