Ed Crane

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StoryIs For Life: Chapter Seventeen: Sammy Lets Rip. Sooz0062013 years 2 months ago
Story Is For Life: Chapter Nineteen: She's Gone to Glastonbury Sooz0061313 years 2 months ago
Story Is For Life: Chapter Eighteen: Digging For Gold Sooz0061613 years 2 months ago
Story8: Prague Diary Sooz006413 years 2 months ago
StoryA Sucker Seduced - Part III - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon513 years 2 months ago
Story7:Prague Diary Sooz0061613 years 2 months ago
Story1: Prague Diary Sooz0061413 years 2 months ago
StoryA Case of the Booze II - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon613 years 2 months ago
Forum topicBexley Haunted house Sooz006213 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone IV - The Conclusion - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1113 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone III - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon413 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone II - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1213 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1113 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Degrees Of Cantishness ( It's not really that but couldn't use the "C" word in the title) jolono1413 years 2 months ago
Forum topicCherry Gripe Sooz0061313 years 3 months ago
Forum topicSecurity Guards! sid913 years 3 months ago
Forum topicA little spleen venting Sooz0063213 years 3 months ago
Forum topicGordon Brown's 'Gaffe' smokejack3815 years 5 months ago
StoryQuestionnaire Ewan615 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Taking it to the Extreme (Poetry Monthly)

I read about a poet who writes found poetry from extracts of American politician's speeches. This is my effort, taken from lines of a recent speech on extremism by David Cameron MP. (to be honest it scared me a bit when I read it back)

The Return of a Familiar Face

Winter tapped us on the shoulder today, reminding us he’s booked a ticket and packed his bags of cold wind, driving rain, frost and snow. This...
Cherry

Dunwich Beach (re-write)

Wind rouses my hair on Dunwich beach, a tangle rendered to a messy thatch. Waves churn mud coloured sand and current smoothed stones torn from...

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