WillSimpson

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StoryLost Loved ones WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Changing Seasons WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe everlasting Light and Dark WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMusical Insight WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe waiting game WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Big Bang WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOur Majesties Words WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryStory of Ord part 2 WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMonkey Farm WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryStory of Ord part 1 WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryJust A Scratch WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHalcyon WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI am king WillSimpson113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHow many bikes are there in Beijin? WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryJollymanger WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIntuition WillSimpson113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIm shaking WillSimpson113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGreetings with a kiss WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryHero's tale WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI life well lived WillSimpson113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryJealous of the way you feel WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFortify Your Castles WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFrigid Blessings WillSimpson213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFour corners of the mind WillSimpson113 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFly on glass WillSimpson013 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Utopia was a work in progress

In a desolate world, the state has destroyed unity.

Pigs can fly

Pigs can fly said he, Proclaim it to all, said he, This lonely village idiot, I may not of seen it, But I believe, Said he, Wandering through his street, Pigs can fly sir, Did you know?

Middlesbrough has a music scene, you wouldnt know.

The brambles are a shambles, I seen them last week with their tin sounding guitars. Each one of them had ego's as big as the stars, but not an ounce of talent, in a shallow fountain,

The hero's last words

A succesful ramble requires deep thought about nothing, for in nothing we create something.

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