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Storystill here courtney hulbert312 years 5 months ago
StoryWish bone snap Pudding212 years 5 months ago
StoryWhat's hot in publishing? Pudding013 years 2 months ago
StorySundays Pudding113 years 2 months ago
StoryMonsters under the bed Pudding113 years 2 months ago
StoryPen portrait Pudding013 years 2 months ago
Storythe nine ladies JupiterMoon214 years 3 months ago
StoryNothing lasts forever Pudding314 years 5 months ago
StoryI'm A Star Wars Girl alang114 years 8 months ago
StoryIt started with a kiss Pudding214 years 11 months ago
StoryPride Apart Zuku816 years 6 days ago
StoryJust a walk in the park Pudding716 years 6 days ago
StoryAdieu (Cold Turkey.........) chimpanzee_monkey616 years 1 week ago
StoryFestival lenchenelf416 years 1 week ago
StoryAuntie Em - what was it like when you grew up? jagmucker916 years 2 months ago
Forum topic18.06.10 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook116 years 2 months ago
StoryMaladaptive Coping Behaviour MistakenMagic1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Burned Out Citreon chimpanzee_monkey416 years 2 months ago
StoryTwenty-three weeks Pudding416 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Wish bone snap

We took it onto the roof of Lisa’s garage. Did we think it would survive better nearer the sky, or did we secretly believe it wasn’t of this earth,...
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Sundays

I woke to you carrying in a cup of tea and my laptop. The dog settled on the bed next to me. I edited a chapter. The dog snored, legs akimbo. I browsed Facebook and sent some emails.

Monsters under the bed

The doorbell chimes. Rachel wipes her hands on the tea towel, before slinging it over her shoulder. She shoves the dog into the lounge. Opening the door, she prepares her thanks but no thanks speech.
Cherry

Nothing lasts forever

I don’t know when it was I got so sentimental. I don’t even like gardening and the problem with growing your own is you either have a glut or nothing at all.

Pen portrait

You sit on the swing, your feet crumple at the ankle on the red asphalt. The cider is warm.

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