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StoryThe Winds of War threeleafshamrock2115 years 12 months ago
StorySweet Caroline Silver Spun Sand2315 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 12 months ago
StoryThe horseman - part 10 (epilogue) rjnewlyn916 years 1 day ago
StoryPole Star shoe916 years 5 days ago
Forum topicsome advice on my poems here. elz1016 years 6 days ago
StoryThings You Don't Like harveyjoseph416 years 1 week ago
StoryAutumn Rain SugarHorse316 years 1 week ago
StoryI'm really, really, really, really good at board games gristo816 years 1 week ago
StoryLasts a life time Beeme1316 years 1 week ago
StorySummer Kings threeleafshamrock1516 years 1 week ago
StoryThe horseman - part 9 rjnewlyn1216 years 1 week ago
Story"CROCODILE TEARS" Did You Know (True.) Cavalcader6016 years 1 week ago
StoryFreeze Frame (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1616 years 1 week ago
StoryThis is England Lennie716 years 1 week ago
StorySweet Nothings Silver Spun Sand2616 years 2 weeks ago
StoryUnfinished (2) Beeme1416 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOnly the Flowers Grow Wild Silver Spun Sand816 years 2 weeks ago
StoryUnrequited Silver Spun Sand2416 years 2 weeks ago
Story"Prince of Desire" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1516 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOH! WHEELIE BIN True Cavalcader1816 years 2 weeks ago
StorySTUMPED! BUT NOT OUT! true Cavalcader616 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe horseman - part 8 rjnewlyn716 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Moon and Back Silver Spun Sand1716 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGirl with Cello Silver Spun Sand1416 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Cherry

Written in the stars

re-post, reworked slightly

White dreamer

obsessed with the current snow, have no idea about this one.
Cherry

White journey

'Hurriedly I walked in a shawl of fine, glittering air. As ivory I stood -a target, hunted by the cool kiss of the wind. ' inspired by the snow today

Innocence

'If there was any place which you could forget. The broken pulsations of your heart and discard the sorrow from your eyes, whilst you read. You'd shrink into that aimless embryo of a man,'

Hope on a cold day

'The sun shone so brightly. The streaks of sunlight; like a white flag of surrender across the horizon.'

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