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StoryJust How High the Moon Silver Spun Sand2613 years 3 weeks ago
Story"Don't Forget the Mushy Peas!" Rigel2213 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryNothing to prove hoalarg1513 years 4 weeks ago
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StorySummer in the City Rigel1513 years 1 month ago
StoryFire and love Beeme2413 years 1 month ago
StoryMr Wilson Can You Ring The Bell? jolono1513 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Girl Friday Silver Spun Sand2613 years 1 month ago
StoryWhittening lenchenelf413 years 1 month ago
StoryChapter One: Daisy maggyvaneijk1313 years 1 month ago
StoryBlue Parson Thru813 years 1 month ago
StoryA Familiar Affair Silver Spun Sand1213 years 1 month ago
StoryA Girl Called Mattie (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1313 years 1 month ago
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StoryNot Yet blighters rock1413 years 1 month ago
StoryCan I Be Brutally Honest? MaliciousMudkip2113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Smell Of Greens jolono3113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lovely Daisy jolono913 years 1 month ago
StoryCome Summer Silver Spun Sand3613 years 1 month ago
StoryBeautiful (II) Beeme1113 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

After You

I'm spinning back round, banging my fists on the door. I want to go back. I WANT TO GO BACK! There are sirens in my head, screaming: "Relapse... RELAPSE!"
Cherry

Anniversary

This time last year, I was in Moscow - trapped in a vast snow globe - and half way across a continent from you.
Cherry

Hall of Mirrors (Durham Ramblings)

I'm good at brooding. Seriously, no one can brood quite like me - when I'm sat on a nameless bench and the sky is just as moody.

Donnian

"For I am every dead thing In whom Love wrought new alchemy." - John Donne
Cherry

Simon Armitage at the Gala Theatre

Like two giddy schoolgirls, off to fawn over rock stars at Wembley, Alice and I half-run, half-stumble, down Elvet Hill. Fast leaving St Mary's behind, we are town centre-bound.

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