Geoffrey

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StorySuccess part2 Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago
StoryThe rats return part2 Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryROOMS BY THE SEA seashore915 years 5 months ago
StoryBlackberry Wine Silver Spun Sand2515 years 5 months ago
StoryMarooned Part1 Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago
StoryElderberry wine Geoffrey615 years 5 months ago
StoryObservations from a cafe window Geoffrey415 years 5 months ago
StoryThe wrong mark Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryKonichiwa Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryScientists can prove bees can't fly Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago
StoryIncident at Worcester Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryHave to Laugh - Don't You? Silver Spun Sand1615 years 5 months ago
StoryLeaves Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryThe job Geoffrey415 years 5 months ago
StoryOCTOBER MAGIC skinner_jennifer3815 years 5 months ago
StoryTHE APPLE skinner_jennifer2115 years 5 months ago
StoryMy cats Geoffrey415 years 5 months ago
StoryEXTRA SENSORY PERCEPTION skinner_jennifer2615 years 5 months ago
StoryA West Country Poem skinner_jennifer615 years 5 months ago
StoryWalking for your health Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryHow to become a famous poet Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago
StoryObtaining a passport Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryMy 59 minute friend Geoffrey215 years 5 months ago
StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago
StoryMilk Geoffrey315 years 5 months ago

My stories

The Witches of Holmwood 3/7

The feeling that the new neighbours were a little unusual soon left Jennifer Jane’s mind. A new thought came into her head the next morning when she woke up.

The Witches of Holmwood 2/7

Eve noticed both Jennifer Jane and her mum’s surprise. “Dressing up clothes for amateur dramatics,” she explained, “is there a group in the village?”

The Witches of Holmwood 1/7

“Wrap one piece of newspaper round each plate, then stack the plates and give them to your father.”

A Walk round the Witches' Home 4/4

“Please Ma’am, I came through the wishing fog in my canoe to visit my witch friends, but they were all too busy to talk to me.

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