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StoryIn Loving Memory Silver Spun Sand2413 years 6 months ago
StoryGirl on a Train Silver Spun Sand1813 years 6 months ago
StoryThis is not a cultural problem blighters rock1813 years 6 months ago
StoryRequiem MistakenMagic2113 years 6 months ago
StoryWhere is the Love? Silver Spun Sand1213 years 6 months ago
StoryWho Wrote the Book? kheldar1013 years 6 months ago
Storydisambiguation shoe1813 years 6 months ago
StorySwinging Lem613 years 6 months ago
StoryPimlico Anthem jolono1813 years 6 months ago
StoryThe End of the Affair Silver Spun Sand1813 years 6 months ago
Forum topicCan't Write - Won't Write fatboy743913 years 6 months ago
StoryClint Eastwood Playing Football jolono1513 years 7 months ago
Forum topicYork ABCtales evening? tcook2813 years 7 months ago
StoryIf They Ask Where I'm From Silver Spun Sand2013 years 7 months ago
StoryMy dead diary – on the formidable aggression of Victorian authors and other inhabitants of Highgate Cemetery rjnewlyn1913 years 7 months ago
Storymemory bisque JupiterMoon213 years 7 months ago
StoryI am incurable blighters rock1013 years 7 months ago
StoryPrescience shoe613 years 7 months ago
StoryAlive well-wisher213 years 7 months ago
StoryMy dead diary - politics and alcohol rjnewlyn1313 years 7 months ago
StoryEvensong seashore2813 years 7 months ago
Storywhat would Biggins do? JupiterMoon213 years 7 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2313 years 7 months ago
StoryL'Atelier Saint-Germain Silver Spun Sand1713 years 7 months ago
Forum topicWhen do you ABC? ItsSteveDave1113 years 7 months ago

My stories

Gold cherry

Le Grand Départ

One, final ritual, before the 'Big Push' - 'Le Grand Départ...' I carefully remove all the posters, photos and cards from my bedroom walls.
Cherry

These Are The Days

We find ourselves huddled on a bench, by the Thames, opposite Big Ben - his bright, white face mirrored, not only in the river, but in the moon, pastelled onto a cloud at his side.

Unbreakable

We lie, entwined, in a cocoon of steamed glass. Here, held captive in one slice of an alternate reality, protected from the cold world of sluicing rain.
Cherry

Our Love

I remind myself that our love is better, softer, purer than others. Yes, our love's bed sheets are bright and white and clean and flat.
Cherry

Unclaimed

We share a cigarette, moving closer; inch by inch, drag by drag. Until his arm is around my waist, and he kisses me...

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