Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 1 month ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 6 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 10 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 1 month ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 8 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 11 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 1 week ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 3 months ago

My stories

His fallow beasts in prayer go humble

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 02 Oct 2008

Angelic beasts are men of prayer. Anguish a devils saboteur’s snare. His bounteous fiery pits full of sorrow, Toilsome battalions, wilfully, follow, As forsaken wretches we labour, on;
Spiritual
Certificate U

The soul of eternal love

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 02 Oct 2008

Chase me like a mirror Into the silvery pond Chase me like a bird Into the buds of spring Chase me like a flame Along a candle wick And there we'll share The light of love
Love
Poem
Certificate U

Schizophrenics

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 02 Oct 2008

When the wiring of the brain unravels in this way, like a ball of yarn; there can be no lonelier place on earth; than your own malicious mind, teasing out its own
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate 12

A pilgrim’s question

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 02 Oct 2008

A pilgrim asked a penny on the road To where dose a lonely penny roam To which the entire penny said, was To a pocketful of gold. He then asked a beggar on the road
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

Cot death

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 28 Sep 2008

I dream so, oh so, so high of ye Night and the soul wilt rest And raise me on an oncoming cloud Aloft to my angel, my angel child That winged my hearts flutters with joy
Horror
Story
Certificate U

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