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StorySweet Caroline Silver Spun Sand2316 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryThe horseman - part 10 (epilogue) rjnewlyn916 years 2 months ago
StoryPole Star shoe916 years 2 months ago
Forum topicsome advice on my poems here. elz1016 years 2 months ago
StoryThings You Don't Like harveyjoseph416 years 2 months ago
StoryAutumn Rain SugarHorse316 years 2 months ago
StoryI'm really, really, really, really good at board games gristo816 years 2 months ago
StoryLasts a life time Beeme1316 years 2 months ago
StorySummer Kings threeleafshamrock1516 years 3 months ago
StoryThe horseman - part 9 rjnewlyn1216 years 3 months ago
Story"CROCODILE TEARS" Did You Know (True.) Cavalcader6016 years 3 months ago
StoryFreeze Frame (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1616 years 3 months ago
StoryThis is England Lennie716 years 3 months ago
StorySweet Nothings Silver Spun Sand2616 years 3 months ago
StoryUnfinished (2) Beeme1416 years 3 months ago
StoryOnly the Flowers Grow Wild Silver Spun Sand816 years 3 months ago
StoryUnrequited Silver Spun Sand2416 years 3 months ago
Story"Prince of Desire" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1516 years 3 months ago
StoryOH! WHEELIE BIN True Cavalcader1816 years 3 months ago
StorySTUMPED! BUT NOT OUT! true Cavalcader616 years 3 months ago
StoryThe horseman - part 8 rjnewlyn716 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Moon and Back Silver Spun Sand1716 years 3 months ago
StoryGirl with Cello Silver Spun Sand1416 years 3 months ago
Storybirth celticman916 years 3 months 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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