WillSimpson

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StoryExperienced Poetry makers WillSimpson212 years 4 months ago
Storyfifteen WillSimpson012 years 4 months ago
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StoryEvil Empire WillSimpson012 years 4 months ago
StoryTIME Auntie-Ann213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLove Like Wolves And Sheep shingouken213 years 5 months ago
Storythis place WillSimpson213 years 7 months ago
StoryGrace stariskye113 years 7 months ago
StoryIf only shoe1314 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMORNING SUN divyjyoti sharma414 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFrom the heart WillSimpson714 years 3 months ago
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StoryOne night in brighton WillSimpson514 years 5 months ago
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StoryThe hero's last words WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
StoryBill and the UFO4 celticman1414 years 6 months ago
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StoryHome is where? WillSimpson1314 years 8 months ago
StoryJust a guide WillSimpson314 years 9 months ago
StoryYou were my life prettyrose214 years 9 months ago
StorySid's moments WillSimpson614 years 9 months ago
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My stories

No mention of lo\/e

She was always, fresh, and always tasty, Except today I looked tanned, She was pasty, Her eyes still purred, Just today, a little bit glacey, I'm normally sour, sometimes bitter,

Blind fate

Is it all just a lie I fool myself with, I dream of her face, I dream of a place, I dream of our lo\/e, that I claimed once to li\/e, If it is lo\/e, should she feel the same,

Home is where?

A short story i written for a 500 word competition.

Experienced Poetry makers

Complete with my own rowing boat, Darkened the oars on a fine hemp sail, Slogged it in the water slowly, Pardoned the judge, For refusing my bail, A terrible night it was,

Almanac

The year is 2011, life on earth has came to a grinding halt, The once much lo\/ed zoo's are no longer enclosed, The fire from the great furnaces no longer waits to be lit.

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