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StoryDeath Shall Have No Dim Onion hitchaiku716 years 11 months ago
StoryBody Language MistakenMagic1716 years 11 months ago
StoryIf I knew then what I know now; I.P. threeleafshamrock1116 years 11 months ago
StorySprung! (Inspiration Point) jennifer816 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Tooth Fairy threeleafshamrock916 years 11 months ago
Story Spring In The Air threeleafshamrock716 years 11 months ago
StoryFriday 13th March 2009 - Spring threeleafshamrock1116 years 11 months ago
StoryThree Postings! threeleafshamrock1116 years 11 months ago
StoryTwelve Steps eezy77616 years 11 months ago
StoryMarch Hares and Amorous Drakes luigi_pagano716 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Circus eezy77416 years 11 months ago
StoryA Fish Dinner in Memison. A Confounded letter Ken Simm716 years 11 months ago
StoryDear Detective Lovett shoebox816 years 11 months ago
StoryPub Banter! (East End Style) threeleafshamrock716 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Day I Stared Deff in the Hood! threeleafshamrock1016 years 11 months ago
StoryHow much is ‘at Pit Bull inna winda? threeleafshamrock916 years 11 months ago
Story Heroin threeleafshamrock716 years 11 months ago
StoryAwakening jennifer716 years 11 months ago
StoryGorge myself on you jennifer1516 years 11 months ago
StoryEh? Ewan1516 years 11 months ago
StoryDistant Star Dynamaso716 years 11 months ago
StoryOH, NUTS! jennifer2016 years 11 months ago
StoryUnhinged Melody jennifer1616 years 11 months ago
StoryGreen Shoots luigi_pagano1416 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Goodbye shoebox216 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Polluters

They gather in their winter coats; Stare off distantly. I nod and smile and stand a while; They say not a word to me. They strip the trees, raze the ground Give over all they find.

Her Majesty's Nature

Buried amongst olive green leaves Pink camillias attract a brilliant flash Yellow and white but barely seen The Honeyeater does his mad dash Beyond, in the tall Norfolk pine

Darwin's Helper

I prefer profundity to profanity. There is no fucking joy in shallowness. But the depth of her ignorance was like a stick of dynamite in a bon-bon; it shocked me so much it nearly killed me.
Cherry

Jilted

She left me Like the last leaf On a dormant tree Plucked off by A randy wind Whose promises Blew away Just as easily She left behind Random hairs A favoured lipstick And a faint scent

No Choice

An entry for this week's Inspiration Point. Inspired by Nymph's story - see it here http://www.abctales.com/story/nymph/kissing-games

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