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StoryIndependence week InspiredWriter613 years 6 months ago
StoryShmoozing at an evening do mcmanaman413 years 6 months ago
StoryThoughts of Sunday Tea. Edenfalls1513 years 6 months ago
StoryHomemade Lemonade in the Summer InspiredWriter213 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Man with the Fish Tattoo Silver Spun Sand1813 years 6 months ago
StoryOne Day. InspiredWriter213 years 7 months ago
Story27 Repetitions ankari814 years 1 week ago
StoryTrying to change the world in an afternoon. InspiredWriter214 years 1 month ago
StoryHere With Her cormacru9991014 years 3 months ago
StoryHoly shit Batman (a schnippet of teenage life). InspiredWriter314 years 3 months ago
Story Buried Treasure Silver Spun Sand1814 years 3 months ago
StorySorry, I thought... shoe2114 years 5 months ago
Story'Bright, Shiny Things' Silver Spun Sand1214 years 5 months ago
StoryTremble. InspiredWriter514 years 5 months ago
StoryA kind of therapy seashore3914 years 5 months ago
StoryCelebration thanksforthepar...1714 years 5 months ago
StoryI'd Die For You pinda1414 years 11 months ago
StoryJaMes AlexandEr HOward. InspiredWriter315 years 3 weeks ago
StorySnatched by Nymphs. InspiredWriter315 years 1 month ago
StoryDevon and Somerset InspiredWriter315 years 1 month ago
StoryA Little Dream of Me MistakenMagic815 years 3 months ago
StoryIce-Cream InspiredWriter415 years 3 months ago
StoryBetween Scenes Lysander94715 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Big C InspiredWriter1315 years 4 months ago
StoryJolly Adventure WillSimpson215 years 4 months ago

My stories

Your ghost

I am a white spirit, An incandescent mist in your garden, Below your window With pale face staring up, And I wonder how you cannot sense my yearning. It's an internal energy,
Cherry

The Magpie and the Blackbird.

There's a blackbird, And it's flying between the trees, Hedgrows bowing and whining, Against the momentary weight Of cartilage and feathers. With a beak full of leaves

The Albino Deer

It is white and luminescent, unshadowed by the darkness of the night. It folds itself into the thick bowls of black liquid, A star against the filmy skin of la nuit. A prey to the outside,
Cherry

3 months too soon

I have the hands of a Doctor Come here, hold my hand Let me whisper in your ear A plethera of delicate secrets, Trails of words, strings of light Told and retold a thousand times over,

snowflake

You will never know just how beautiful you really are to me, Because you can't feel it, The way your fingertips tiptoe Unbegotten across my skin Timid as snowflakes

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