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StoryTo the sun Firebird314 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnzac threeleafshamrock914 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMe, Matisse and the Snail (IP) seashore1814 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLet the clocks stop Firebird514 years 3 weeks ago
StoryEpigraph MistakenMagic2314 years 3 weeks ago
StoryTrying to Write a Story whilst being Politically Correct! jolono2614 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBoy with Violin Silver Spun Sand1014 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMy dead diary - this probably means war rjnewlyn1014 years 3 weeks ago
StoryChiaroscuro Silver Spun Sand1214 years 3 weeks ago
StorySilent Witness Silver Spun Sand1014 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMy dead diary – an apology and a treatise on the impossibility of undead peacekeeping rjnewlyn1014 years 1 month ago
StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2514 years 1 month ago
StoryReflection Dynamaso2214 years 1 month ago
StoryDaffodil Dawn Silver Spun Sand2214 years 1 month ago
Storysomething and nothing sid2914 years 1 month ago
StoryMad Maggie threeleafshamrock614 years 1 month ago
StoryChild of Mine Silver Spun Sand1414 years 1 month ago
StoryMorning has Broken skinner_jennifer1914 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE EXTREMELY ABRIDGED HISTORY, PRESENT & FUTURE OF PAUL ASKEW, IN FIVE DREAM SCENES. AKT1714 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Man with the Fish Tattoo Silver Spun Sand1614 years 1 month ago
StoryNext of Kin #5 Beeme114 years 1 month ago
StoryEarly Spring danielwhite87514 years 1 month ago
StoryOn Putting the Clocks Forward Silver Spun Sand1214 years 1 month ago
StoryDon Paterson Didn't Eat His Venison MistakenMagic1714 years 1 month ago
StoryBadly Beaten Broken Heart threeleafshamrock614 years 1 month 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.
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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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