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StoryDeath Shall Have No Dim Onion hitchaiku716 years 2 months ago
StoryBody Language MistakenMagic1716 years 2 months ago
StoryIf I knew then what I know now; I.P. threeleafshamrock1116 years 2 months ago
StorySprung! (Inspiration Point) jennifer816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tooth Fairy threeleafshamrock916 years 2 months ago
Story Spring In The Air threeleafshamrock716 years 2 months ago
StoryFriday 13th March 2009 - Spring threeleafshamrock1116 years 2 months ago
StoryThree Postings! threeleafshamrock1116 years 2 months ago
StoryTwelve Steps eezy77616 years 2 months ago
StoryMarch Hares and Amorous Drakes luigi_pagano716 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Circus eezy77416 years 2 months ago
StoryA Fish Dinner in Memison. A Confounded letter Ken Simm716 years 2 months ago
StoryDear Detective Lovett shoebox816 years 3 months ago
StoryPub Banter! (East End Style) threeleafshamrock716 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Day I Stared Deff in the Hood! threeleafshamrock1016 years 3 months ago
StoryHow much is ‘at Pit Bull inna winda? threeleafshamrock916 years 3 months ago
Story Heroin threeleafshamrock716 years 3 months ago
StoryAwakening jennifer716 years 3 months ago
StoryGorge myself on you jennifer1516 years 3 months ago
StoryEh? Ewan1516 years 3 months ago
StoryDistant Star Dynamaso716 years 3 months ago
StoryOH, NUTS! jennifer2016 years 3 months ago
StoryUnhinged Melody jennifer1616 years 3 months ago
StoryGreen Shoots luigi_pagano1416 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Goodbye shoebox216 years 3 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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