Luly Whisper
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Stuck | L G Meadows | 1 | 4 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Queen Wasp's thoughts … during early May | Rhiannonw | 9 | 4 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Postcard Heaven | hilary west | 6 | 7 years 4 months ago |
| Story | rose miltons great adventure | sylviec | 4 | 7 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Hornsea | Hourhouse | 1 | 7 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Evening Light after Rain | Rhiannonw | 14 | 8 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Welsh prounciation, simplified? | Rhiannonw | 8 | 9 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Gas Moon | hilary west | 14 | 10 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Anagram | hilary west | 6 | 10 years 3 months ago |
| Story | A Christmas Villanelle | hilary west | 7 | 10 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The poor, happy goblin | Rhiannonw | 6 | 11 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Backing up! | Rhiannonw | 8 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Frenzy of Envy (IP) | Rhiannonw | 9 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Rosa | hilary west | 3 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | In A Country Churchyard | hilary west | 4 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Soggy November Day | Rhiannonw | 4 | 11 years 9 months ago |
| Story | (Sea Story, extract) | ashb | 8 | 11 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Crayfish on the lawn | Luly Whisper | 3 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Conversation | Luly Whisper | 1 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Coloured glass | Luly Whisper | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Close of day | Luly Whisper | 6 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Canal | Luly Whisper | 3 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | An Old LP | Luly Whisper | 7 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Afternoon love song | Luly Whisper | 5 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Quiet Walk | Luly Whisper | 0 | 13 years 1 month ago |
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Out in the sticks
The kitchen clock says 8:11. Leaving my breakfast tray, I go and stand at the back door, a school bell in my hand.
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Escapist
I wish I was back in my native land (though nobody knows me any more), where bladderwrack's strewn upon the sand, where choughs and wheeling seagulls cry,
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In Hazelborough Wood
You come upon them suddenly, those swathes of bluebells intense in the clouded light, in this stillness. How many trees? no two alike, each one special.
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What's that again?
The other day I stood under a bus shelter with one of those illuminated signs - perhaps you know the sort of thing:- 4 Bus Station 2 min 19 Town Centre 11:41
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Springing back to life (IP)
The allotment field was made of leeks and cabbages, of abundant verdant spinach, of broad beans not yet in flower. Of brambles and tufts of grass.
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