Tom Brown

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StoryThe Old Indian pikeruk24 years 2 months ago
StoryGetting thoughts onto paper Rhiannonw104 years 2 months ago
StoryCome, children, let’s garden! Rhiannonw24 years 2 months ago
StoryNeurodivergent Tea stevepoet14 years 2 months ago
StoryCautionary Pictures 5) Rhiannonw44 years 3 months ago
StoryPen and ink Parson Thru84 years 3 months ago
StoryCautionary Pictures 3) Rhiannonw34 years 3 months ago
Story"A cup with a viewpoint" Penny4athought74 years 3 months ago
StorySandcastle lavadis44 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy didn’t I really like it? Rhiannonw154 years 3 months ago
StoryTelling Twister Tales Tom Brown54 years 3 months ago
StoryBeware of Greeks Telling Tales luigi_pagano44 years 3 months ago
StoryKeen as Mustard Schubert44 years 3 months ago
StoryA muddy f+++++g hill. Falklands Three. Mentalelf84 years 3 months ago
StoryUnconditional love Williamsgalvin44 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Stresemann's Bristlefront luigi_pagano104 years 3 months ago
StoryDying In Debt Tom Brown24 years 3 months ago
StorySaying Goodbye luigi_pagano104 years 4 months ago
StoryHalf - A - Bottle Tom Brown84 years 4 months ago
StoryThe bottle and spanner Tom Brown214 years 4 months ago
StoryPour Me Another Richard L. Prov...34 years 4 months ago
StoryBecause Of The Color (Short Story) cliffordben50294 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Mathematician Tom Brown94 years 4 months ago
StoryEating Out luigi_pagano84 years 4 months ago
StoryAncient Wisdom Tom Brown44 years 4 months ago

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Mabalêl

Vinnig langs die paadjie trippel Mabalêl; Vrolik klink die liedjie Wat die klingilinge van haar enkelringe vergesel. Op die voetpad sy alleen, Met...
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A Tribute to Selby Logan

In Memory of Selby Logan ( 1934 – 2007 ) Pretoria , August 2007 (Originally) Thank-you for the privilege to speak on behalf of the Brown family. To...

Diamond Water

The River of Life From the far side of the mountains, from those great high plains come the singing waters, gift of heaven, of storms, wind and...

My Father

My father could be a pig. My father was fat and sweaty and shiny. He was a slob. He was dirty, ugly and nasty, crude and obscene. He could get rowdy...
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Spirits, Apparitions and Ghosts

What is a ghost? The idea has a certain allure and a fascination. It should be exactly clear what is meant by a “ghost” in other words one has to...

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