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StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2213 years 8 months ago
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StoryMissing Words Sandro413 years 9 months ago
StoryToday I am not eighteen Beeme1313 years 9 months ago
StoryThere is something astonishing within you mcmanaman613 years 9 months ago
Forum topicOMG Jennifer Pickup's novel is nearly there! Anonymous5713 years 9 months ago
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StoryPhotosynthesis- blinded by light Beeme913 years 9 months ago
StoryJust Before You Go... Silver Spun Sand1513 years 9 months ago
StorySkin in Sunshine johnd113 years 9 months ago
StoryDays of Lies and If Onlys Silver Spun Sand813 years 9 months ago
StoryFeeding the ducks seashore2413 years 9 months ago
StoryWe think better Beeme613 years 9 months ago
StoryOK Cupid maggyvaneijk2313 years 9 months ago
StoryThis Eden Silver Spun Sand1213 years 9 months ago
StorySalut D'Amour Silver Spun Sand1413 years 9 months ago
StoryMy dead diary - beginnings rjnewlyn1313 years 9 months ago
StoryPour A Little Salt, We Were Never Here MistakenMagic2513 years 9 months ago
StoryFire...Earth...Air & Water in October skinner_jennifer1313 years 9 months ago
StoryJungle Cat Alphabet skinner_jennifer2113 years 9 months ago
StoryWishtful (I.P.) Kahdai1313 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Lemon Grower's Wife Silver Spun Sand1513 years 9 months ago
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StorySpeechless Beeme413 years 10 months ago

My stories

When You Left

My clothes curled from my skin. Buttons, rebelled, stitches unpicked themselves, thread by thread
Cherry

Drummer Boy

For Tom. Each beat he hits - an electric charge like lightning carving a path through the atmosphere.
Cherry

Writing Poetry

IP: 30 word poem Our bodies curve into vowels and mouths shape soft, exotic verbs.
Poem of the week

The Equinox Parade

IP: Spring Each mauve petal folds into a balloon, straining its stem-string, wishing to rise into burning blue circles of sky; kites, birds - love songs.

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