WillSimpson

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StoryLost Loved ones WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Changing Seasons WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe everlasting Light and Dark WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryMusical Insight WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe waiting game WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Big Bang WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryOur Majesties Words WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 2 WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryMonkey Farm WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 1 WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryJust A Scratch WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryHalcyon WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryI am king WillSimpson112 years 10 months ago
StoryHow many bikes are there in Beijin? WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryJollymanger WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryIntuition WillSimpson112 years 10 months ago
StoryIm shaking WillSimpson112 years 10 months ago
StoryGreetings with a kiss WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryHero's tale WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryI life well lived WillSimpson112 years 10 months ago
StoryJealous of the way you feel WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryFortify Your Castles WillSimpson012 years 10 months ago
StoryFrigid Blessings WillSimpson212 years 10 months ago
StoryFour corners of the mind WillSimpson112 years 10 months ago
StoryFly on glass WillSimpson012 years 10 months 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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