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StorySpring Is Getting Ready well-wisher112 years 3 months ago
StoryOstara/Eostre/Easter well-wisher112 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Spider Prince well-wisher112 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy rabbits deliver Easter eggs well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Fastest Rabbit In The World well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Millipede well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryHigh-flyer well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryLike the bee upon the clover well-wisher212 years 3 months ago
StoryLittle Green Ribbon (A tale of kindness and gratitude) well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryEaster Memory well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryLucy and The Pink Dragon well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryT-Rex well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryBig, yellow banana boat well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Image of the Sun well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Messy Prince well-wisher312 years 3 months ago
StoryYour kisses take me higher well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Evil Tory Plan (80’s style anti-tory Song) well-wisher112 years 3 months ago
StoryLove for Mother Earth - Nature Hymn well-wisher212 years 3 months ago
StorySome Short Easter Poems For Children well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryEaster Chocs Away! well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Magic Easter Egg well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Story of How Humpty Dumpty was saved well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StoryBlooms well-wisher212 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Great Egg and Spoon Race well-wisher012 years 3 months ago
StorySpring is Here At Last well-wisher212 years 3 months ago

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My stories

The Songwriting Machine

1. In the future, yet unseen our new songwriting machine will make music that the people love to hear. 2. Though it doesn't have a heart still they...

Cytomania

Rebecca Weinstein, a psychology professor, lay gagged and bound to a bed in what looked like some kind of military bunker surrounded by the people in...

Imaginary Wood

I was going to give you some imaginary wood and so I had to pick up my imaginary axe and go along the imaginary road that leads up the imaginary hill...

Riding, riding

Riding, riding through the night till sunrise comes again; riding on a mare of white with long and golden mane. Riding, riding up a mountain and I...

Duet

YOU We wrapped around each other; AND making love; ME becoming one. YOU We'll climb the stars together WILL until we reach SEE the rising sun.

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