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Forum topicThe name of your porn-star alter ego blighters rock2313 years 7 months ago
Storypapaya littleditty313 years 7 months ago
StorySmall Joys Silver Spun Sand2213 years 7 months ago
StoryMontage shoe1413 years 7 months ago
StoryThis beautiful game shoe713 years 7 months ago
StoryFrom a window Rhiannonw1013 years 7 months ago
StoryFrances threeleafshamrock813 years 7 months ago
StoryLittle wonder blighters rock3513 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Woman in the Street Silver Spun Sand1413 years 7 months ago
StoryDream Firebird313 years 7 months ago
StoryTouch Firebird213 years 7 months ago
StoryCalm Firebird213 years 7 months ago
StoryBlink of an eye Firebird213 years 7 months ago
StoryFarewell Firebird413 years 7 months ago
StoryTo the sun Firebird313 years 7 months ago
StoryAnzac threeleafshamrock913 years 7 months ago
StoryMe, Matisse and the Snail (IP) seashore1813 years 7 months ago
StoryLet the clocks stop Firebird513 years 7 months ago
StoryEpigraph MistakenMagic2313 years 7 months ago
StoryTrying to Write a Story whilst being Politically Correct! jolono2613 years 7 months ago
StoryBoy with Violin Silver Spun Sand1013 years 7 months ago
StoryMy dead diary - this probably means war rjnewlyn1013 years 7 months ago
StoryChiaroscuro Silver Spun Sand1213 years 7 months ago
StorySilent Witness Silver Spun Sand1013 years 8 months ago
StoryMy dead diary – an apology and a treatise on the impossibility of undead peacekeeping rjnewlyn1013 years 8 months ago

My stories

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Simplicity (Inspiration Point)

60 word inspiration point: a lizard and an orchard.
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Forgetting

I fled England like a fugitive. Exiled, I flew south to a forgotten corner of France to tuck myself away in a world of orchards and stone cottages.
Cherry

Disenchanted

It's a longer one, but I really appreciate you taking the time to read ;) I stand before the mirror, let my dress crumple to the floor, strip until all that is left is my necklace...
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Warning

The archaeologist, her hands red with earth, finds our words buried deep within dust and dirt. They have slipped so far into the soil; they are almost archaic.
Cherry

Shadowless

He knows I want to talk about you - that I've been thinking about you the whole time. He can sense your ghost lying at my side in the grass.

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