Luly Whisper

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StoryRelease Shannan213 years 6 months ago
StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2213 years 6 months ago
StoryMarvin The Pig's Schooldays marvin the pig613 years 7 months ago
StoryFlowers With Peckles Constant Reader113 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Long Mile Home lwilkinson413 years 7 months ago
StoryLife is about Keys jolono2713 years 7 months ago
StoryOffice Fireworks. Inspirational Point! prettyrose213 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Time Machine of Thorrocks Manor - 10 animan313 years 7 months ago
StoryDarren agnelli113 years 7 months ago
StoryWeeping In Front of Ducks agnelli513 years 7 months ago
StoryHow things work francisraymonda...613 years 8 months ago
StoryPauls: Go to Sleep! Ben Crouse213 years 8 months ago
StoryThe most wonderful poem in the world Geoffrey413 years 8 months ago
StoryEnglish as she is spoke Geoffrey313 years 8 months ago
StoryUnspoken Twilight. Iamber.113 years 9 months ago
StoryHome for the Holidays livin-doll313 years 9 months ago
StoryMantlepiece maudsy113 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Gloomy Gardener Glummo113 years 9 months ago
StoryPeter Pan hits maturity awsamy713 years 9 months ago
StoryDali's Clock MistakenMagic3013 years 9 months ago
StoryA Thirst for Colour AlexPickett213 years 9 months ago
StoryChristmas Through the Looking Glass hudsonmoon413 years 9 months ago
StoryDolce Far Niente Gunnerson513 years 10 months ago
StoryRiots Djymn613 years 10 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 10 months ago

My stories

Coloured glass

(To be performed in a North Country accent) Coloured glass, coloured glass, Saw it in Silver's when I was a lass. Bowls of yellow and bowls of blue, Bowls of green and every hue,
Cherry

An Old LP

A few months ago I picked up a record to play, Nana Mouskouri Sings White Rose of Athens in German, and remembered how I had bought it exactly 40 years earlier, on holiday ...

Crayfish on the lawn

Early March, and news is broadcast of floods in western France ..

From My London Album

This is based on a photograph I took many years ago, when I lived in London. You'll have to imagine the picture for yourselves! I believe the colonnade is no longer open to the public.

Insomnia

In the hot rooms folks are sleeping, sleeping. I grasp my book, pour a glass of red wine. Down creaking stairs I go creeping, creeping To the front room, the lounge not mine.

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