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CollectionBard of the Fens gristo012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPoem a day over easter gristo012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionThe Academy gristo012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPoems for kids gristo012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionPoems to be read gristo012 years 3 weeks ago
Collectionsome poems for performance gristo112 years 3 weeks ago
Storyyou are the hottest of all of the gingers gristo212 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy I'm angry gristo512 years 2 months ago
StoryWe won't keep rats gristo112 years 2 months ago
StoryWhy of adventures more than of green spectacles? gristo212 years 2 months ago
StoryMike Taboo gristo012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe History ain't Bright... gristo112 years 2 months ago
StorySupermarket haikus gristo012 years 2 months ago
StorySo here's to you, Mrs. Robinson gristo012 years 2 months ago
StorySmall town drama gristo112 years 2 months ago
StoryLet us be Still gristo212 years 2 months ago
Storythe last of sir Walter Raleigh's Loveletters gristo112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Fens are not your friend gristo012 years 2 months ago
StorySex food gristo012 years 2 months ago
StoryMy truly Liquid way of life gristo112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Jungo Kid's Nightmare gristo012 years 2 months ago
Storythe boy who ruled science gristo312 years 2 months ago
StoryMr. Darcy piñata gristo212 years 2 months ago
StoryThe day the X box 360 died gristo312 years 2 months ago
StoryThe best 15 minutes of my Easter holiday gristo112 years 2 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Brandon's Party

Brandon was having a tantrum, His tubby fists slammed the duvet, His cries rocked the mansion, And when his Mother came in He screamed out, demanding
Story of the week

Crumble

Without looking up, Michael knew exactly where everything was in his parents’ kitchen. Perhaps it was wrong to come back here, all these years later.

The bailiff of Scraefield Manor

This wind won’t let us be. Knowing the debt Our flesh owes, it’s come to collect. Batters The door. Hungry for bounty. Headbutting walls While we bury the bed. Lie above it as nothing
Gold cherry

Ogre

You kept us in check alright. Hugged us With a thuggery unrivalled on our street. You'd bruise with your bellow, lurching through bedrooms; Knuckling at dusters; Rubbing spit upon faces;
Cherry

Why I'm angry

It isn't the fact that she was rude, It isn't the detention that she missed, Or the list of obscenities she's hurled at other students,

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