joanne-jellyfish
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Clouds | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Cleethorpes | joanne-jellyfish | 1 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Autumn | joanne-jellyfish | 4 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Collection | Creative Writing Portfolio | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Ways of Looking at Silk | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Sea-escape | joanne-jellyfish | 1 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Train Journey | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Poet Tree | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Manicure | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Accident | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Primary School Lunchtime | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Dentist - (Read Aloud) | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Lost and Found | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Banquet | joanne-jellyfish | 1 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Queen of Hearts | joanne-jellyfish | 1 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Hitchhiking | joanne-jellyfish | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Love | joanne-jellyfish | 5 | 16 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Dinner Dance | joanne-jellyfish | 4 | 16 years 2 months ago |
My stories
The Poet Tree
Half-starved for sunlight, its branches reach Arthritic fingers grasping the sky.
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- 489 reads
Love
I breathe the words. Form them With the bow of my lips. I set my teeth. Too small for this big thing I trip over the meaning.
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- 960 reads
Manicure
My cuticles are a reflection of myself. Rough around the edges, dry, flaky. Some days I yearn to be polished, smooth and neat A pearly pink, glowing with health.
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- 503 reads
The Accident
It was an accident, she says I didn't mean to, honest. I count to ten. I promise myself This will be the time I keep control. The shattered porcelain bowl litters the floor,
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- 463 reads
Dinner Dance
She’s proud in her own way The rabbit crouched, its resting form Adorned with carrots on the plate. I still sense its living warmth. You can see the field from our house
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