Caldwell

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StoryFolk tale Caldwell47 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Language of The Leaves Caldwell27 years 9 months ago
StoryMonster poem Caldwell112 years 8 months ago
StoryCruising like a pigeon Caldwell112 years 8 months ago
StoryComing home Caldwell512 years 8 months ago
StoryChildhood Sweethearts Caldwell312 years 8 months ago
StoryBarcelona - a moment Caldwell512 years 8 months ago
Forum topicA difficult end Caldwell112 years 8 months ago
Forum topicTo convince others convince yourself first? Caldwell312 years 8 months ago
Forum topicThe world, constructed through language always leaves something uncovered... Caldwell312 years 8 months ago
Forum topicJane Gardam's The Queen of the Tambourine Caldwell012 years 8 months ago
CollectionLyrics Caldwell012 years 8 months ago
CollectionShort Prose Caldwell012 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoetry Caldwell012 years 8 months ago
CollectionKids Stories Caldwell012 years 8 months ago
StoryYou're prettier with a membrane, darling. Caldwell312 years 9 months ago
StoryPhotons Caldwell012 years 9 months ago
StorySweetness Caldwell312 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Goth-Wish For Winter Caldwell012 years 9 months ago
StoryMissing Caldwell012 years 9 months ago
StoryRecipe for disaster Caldwell112 years 9 months ago
StoryUnderstanding doesn't come with age Caldwell012 years 9 months ago
StoryLibrary Serenade Caldwell212 years 9 months ago
StoryThe old man and the magic bird. Caldwell112 years 9 months ago
StoryHave You Seen My Nipple Tape? Jane Hyphen512 years 11 months ago

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My stories

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The Gesture

This story contains reference to suicide and mental illness. It doesn’t take a tragedy. Not always. Sometimes it’s a drip from a ceiling, a broken...
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Cherry

Jasmine Tea

The call came early on a Saturday. My sister. Panicked. She’d rung our mother and found her breathless, confused, whispering in a voice that no...
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Party Fashions

My father had a gift for humour—sharp, innuendo-laced, and often just a little too pleased with itself. He came from a decent family, trained as a...
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Cherry

What We Remember

Lemon trees soaked in light. A herder calls. You sit amidst Spain’s cracked hills, in olive shade. No need to talk— we’ve heard your voice. Though...
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Cherry

Oh I do like to be...

We spread our towels over pebbles and dream of sand. Windbreakers flap like prayer flags, and the sun, though pale, burns with quiet malice. Children...

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