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StoryOf dreams and such shoe515 years 1 month ago
StoryA walk in a town I hardly know on my birthday shoe915 years 1 month ago
StoryIf you're thinking of writing a book... shoe1215 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE MOUNTAIN kheldar915 years 1 month ago
Story(I.P.) A Winter Reverie Silver Spun Sand815 years 1 month ago
StoryHE'D ALREADY DISAPPEARED kheldar615 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE POET'S CURSE III - THE CONTEST kheldar515 years 1 month ago
StoryQWERTY BOARD kheldar415 years 1 month ago
StoryPostscript MistakenMagic3215 years 1 month ago
Story HONEY BABE Updated Cavalcader1315 years 2 months ago
Story The Talking Moon Cavalcader2015 years 2 months ago
StoryI THINK I'VE UPSET SANTA CLAUS.... kheldar315 years 2 months ago
Forum topicHappy Christmas abc Kahdai1015 years 2 months ago
StoryA BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY MOMENT ( I.P.) skinner_jennifer1415 years 2 months ago
StoryAn Unseen Voice Louise178415 years 2 months ago
StoryGet Over it (Again!!) (on having my name mistyped) kheldar615 years 3 months ago
StoryI CRAVE TO SAVE (I.P.) kheldar1615 years 3 months ago
StoryFull Stop. MistakenMagic2415 years 3 months ago
StoryI Crave to Save and yet...(I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1115 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE FIRST CHRISTMAS - JOSEPH'S TALE kheldar215 years 3 months ago
Story Lucky To Have You BLUE EYES IP Cavalcader915 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE SEVEN AGES OF [A SICK PERVERTED] MAN (Warning, may cause offence) kheldar1615 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE LOOK IN HER EYES (I.P.) kheldar515 years 3 months ago
StoryI Bring You Roses... Silver Spun Sand1715 years 3 months ago
StoryPaper Dreams Silver Spun Sand2415 years 3 months ago

My stories

The Jockey and the Janitor

I’ll never forget the first time I spoke to Alastair Woodthorpe: it was the morning after the 2010 United Kingdom Steeplechase Trophy.

Suburban Sundarban

A neighbour's cat like a downsized ginger tiger prowls a suburban sundarban. Nimbly negotiating narrow fence tops, those oft trod trails of a square cut, creosoted jungle,
Cherry

Let's Start Again (iii)

How can the eyes that shone with love Now darken in contempt? How did the voice that spoke support Become so tact exempt? How can the smile that flowered for me Alas no longer bloom?

I Remember....

This was composed as an exercise at a monthly writing group I attend - a friend whose opinions I value suggested it might stand up on its own!

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