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Story47˚ East 18˚ South insertponceyfre...1211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDaffodils michscor412 years 6 months ago
StoryApple Pie Mum michscor012 years 6 months ago
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StoryA Gilded Run michscor512 years 6 months ago
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StoryDolls' Packing michscor012 years 7 months ago
StoryLike Gold to Ayery Thinnesse Beate... michscor315 years 1 month ago
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StorySix Catholics and an Atheist barryj1415 years 1 month ago
StoryChristina The Christmas Fairy HOMER05215 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Reticent Storyteller barryj1615 years 1 month ago
StoryTwenty Red Roses lk215 years 1 month ago
StoryNodding With Cherries michscor715 years 2 months ago
StoryNo More Heroes well-wisher915 years 2 months ago
StoryOysters for Supper michscor715 years 2 months ago
StoryA Great Victorian Engineer And Inventor hadley215 years 3 months ago
StoryWhilst reading Ernest Hemingway... michscor515 years 9 months ago
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StoryTHE LOVER Anonymous115 years 10 months ago
StoryThe cat's Whiskers screenstories415 years 10 months ago
StoryPassing Mother's Day michscor215 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Deepest Cut lwilkinson415 years 10 months ago
StoryTrompe L'Oeil Margharita1015 years 10 months ago

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My stories

Apple Pie Mum

Clare struck the heavy painted knocker and regretted the mute black and white plastic bell which unfailingly irked her; it sullied the door and besmirched its two-up two-down Victorian heritage.

Like Gold to Ayery Thinnesse Beate...

Is it possible that the aura and spirit and very essence of a person are somehow revealed in death?

A Yule-Tide Spirit

It was just as Clare was receiving her cheese sandwich from the waitress that two women approached their table; they carried numerous bags and hard weary faces and trailed an unmistakeable aura of pov
Cherry

Nodding With Cherries

Marjorie Wallace, thirty-nine-year-old librarian, enjoyed a certain fillip to her weekly walk to the writers’ circle.
Cherry

Oysters for Supper

It all started with the wearing of my blue velvet rather than my green muslin.

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