Ed Crane

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StoryIs For Life: Chapter Seventeen: Sammy Lets Rip. Sooz0062012 years 11 months ago
Story Is For Life: Chapter Nineteen: She's Gone to Glastonbury Sooz0061312 years 11 months ago
Story Is For Life: Chapter Eighteen: Digging For Gold Sooz0061612 years 11 months ago
Story8: Prague Diary Sooz006412 years 12 months ago
StoryA Sucker Seduced - Part III - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon512 years 12 months ago
Story7:Prague Diary Sooz0061612 years 12 months ago
Story1: Prague Diary Sooz0061412 years 12 months ago
StoryA Case of the Booze II - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon613 years 1 day ago
Forum topicBexley Haunted house Sooz006213 years 4 days ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone IV - The Conclusion - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1113 years 5 days ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone III - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon413 years 1 week ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone II - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1213 years 1 week ago
StoryOn the Good Ship Sharone - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1113 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Degrees Of Cantishness ( It's not really that but couldn't use the "C" word in the title) jolono1413 years 1 week ago
Forum topicCherry Gripe Sooz0061313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Tasty Tale hudsonmoon2013 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicSecurity Guards! sid913 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicA little spleen venting Sooz0063213 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicGordon Brown's 'Gaffe' smokejack3815 years 3 months ago
StoryQuestionnaire Ewan615 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Pillow Talk

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...
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Dressed for Dinner

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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Addiction II

The things I found . . . (sorry Bear to parody your fantastic poem)
Gold cherry

Kiss my Ass Sofia: re-posted as a poem

Not for the first time she reminds herself her brother told her, “Sofia has more to offer than Brussels.”

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