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StoryNo more ‘junk DNA’ Rhiannonw1210 years 6 months ago
StoryNew Horizons luigi_pagano810 years 6 months ago
StoryOn St Swithun's Day Philip Sidney1610 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder (IP) Rhiannonw610 years 6 months ago
StoryNight Visitor Bee1110 years 6 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - part 2 - the end jeand210 years 6 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - part 2 - back to Louise jeand410 years 6 months ago
StoryKite EB1410 years 6 months ago
StoryPushed Deliberately Ev...1210 years 6 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - part 2 - by Ebeneezer jeand410 years 6 months ago
StoryAh, the Truffle catherine poarch610 years 6 months ago
StoryRed Devil Silver Spun Sand1010 years 6 months ago
StoryPersonal Instructor Rhiannonw410 years 6 months ago
StoryMaelstrom luigi_pagano410 years 6 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 11 - Nearly Home jeand210 years 6 months ago
StoryStanding Bee910 years 6 months ago
StoryPositive Thinking Bee2510 years 6 months ago
StoryA.M. Bee2110 years 6 months ago
StoryBreath Philip Sidney2010 years 6 months ago
Story'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 6 months ago
StoryFlew a Bird catherine poarch1210 years 6 months ago
StoryFear Inside skinner_jennifer2210 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Goblin Queen Lil DeVille210 years 6 months ago
StoryLeafy lifecycle Rhiannonw910 years 6 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 10 The Tikklepennys jeand410 years 6 months ago

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Don’t tell Daddy!

“We’ll tuck them away in here – don’t say! … “Daddy – that drawer …

Confined

Dashing here and dashing there, never any time to spare; now she can but lie and stare, watch while others work and care. When she has a need, must...

Strife, War

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Always, everywhere strife found, – workplace, nations: splits abound; home and friendship’s irritations grow...
Cherry

Mesmerised

[This is a revision of a piece I posted some years ago, and based on a Welsh poem called ‘Y Gwenci’ (The Weasel) by R Williams Parry, that I liked very much (content and poetic skill) in my childhood.] “I stood transfixed, just stared ahead, I could not move my gaze or tremble, shake …

Helping Recall?

Some have strong eidetic memory (photographic) – useful for Kim’s game and for ‘ Where is my key?’ (viewing detail of places seen); some use mnemonic...

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