Ed Crane

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Story	Is For Life: Chapter Nineteen: She's Gone to Glastonbury	Sooz006	13	13 years 2 months ago
Story	Is For Life: Chapter Eighteen: Digging For Gold	Sooz006	16	13 years 2 months ago
Story	8: Prague Diary	Sooz006	4	13 years 2 months ago
Story	A Sucker Seduced - Part III - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	5	13 years 2 months ago
Story	7:Prague Diary	Sooz006	16	13 years 2 months ago
Story	1: Prague Diary	Sooz006	14	13 years 2 months ago
Story	A Case of the Booze II - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	6	13 years 2 months ago
Forum topic	Bexley Haunted house	Sooz006	2	13 years 2 months ago
Story	On the Good Ship Sharone IV - The Conclusion - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	11	13 years 2 months ago
Story	On the Good Ship Sharone III - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	4	13 years 2 months ago
Story	On the Good Ship Sharone II - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	12	13 years 2 months ago
Story	On the Good Ship Sharone - A Craven Danger Mystery	hudsonmoon	11	13 years 2 months ago
Story	The Degrees Of Cantishness ( It's not really that but couldn't use the "C" word in the title)	jolono	14	13 years 2 months ago
Forum topic	Cherry Gripe	Sooz006	13	13 years 2 months ago
Forum topic	Security Guards!	sid	9	13 years 3 months ago
Forum topic	A little spleen venting	Sooz006	32	13 years 3 months ago
Forum topic	Gordon Brown's 'Gaffe'	smokejack	38	15 years 5 months ago
Story	Questionnaire	Ewan	6	15 years 5 months ago

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Pillow Talk

By Ed Crane on Sun, 19 Apr 2015

Every time she phones it’s nearly time for bed. You answer, wishing you could say, ‘I’m too tired to talk now.’ But you say ‘Hi,’ and wait for...

Love

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Certificate 15

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Irish Stew (re-named)

By Ed Crane on Tue, 14 Apr 2015

Food for thought

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Poem

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Dressed for Dinner

By Ed Crane on Thu, 09 Apr 2015

Home alone slovening in bright red tartan Jim-jams from Marks and Sparks, a lime green fleece without a working zip and purple moccasins with a hole...

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Certificate 15