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StoryCrow and I Silver Spun Sand811 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat an Elephant is… (and some other short Elephant poems) well-wisher111 years 3 months ago
Story“Cool” or warm? Rhiannonw1311 years 3 months ago
StorySaint or Scoundrel 6 jeand411 years 3 months ago
StoryHere on the Beach (IP) New edit. Possible not last... maisie811 years 3 months ago
StoryAfter You'd Gone... Silver Spun Sand1011 years 3 months ago
StoryStorm Shelter Bee1511 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE PERFECT CHOICE moonphish211 years 3 months ago
Story(IP) Suddenly … Rhiannonw211 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Colour Red Silver Spun Sand811 years 3 months ago
StoryWho is more human? Shannan411 years 3 months ago
StoryLizzie's Bonnet luigi_pagano811 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Little Lamb well-wisher111 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE SEEDS OF PEACE Linda Wigzell Cress2211 years 3 months ago
StorySILENT LETTERS moonphish611 years 3 months ago
StoryCHAPTERS LEFT TO READ moonphish411 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Imaginary friend problem The Other Terre...611 years 3 months ago
StoryOn the Saturday … and the Sunday Rhiannonw411 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Polish Connection 35 jeand411 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Polish Connection 32 jeand611 years 3 months ago
StoryStones Silver Spun Sand1111 years 3 months ago
StoryFrozen Daisies. maisie411 years 3 months ago
StoryFrog Spring (1) markle411 years 3 months ago
StoryA Modified Metaphor pkroutray211 years 3 months ago
StoryAt Holcombe Beach (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1711 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

The Old Oak Chair

… the hidden, tunnelled maze of subways down below.

'Set a guard over my mouth'

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] Little bit will turn the horse, little rudder sets the course, spark sets forest all aflame – tiny tongue is hard to tame! Sh! …

Feelings or Facts?

Appealing bells, sensuous incense, awe-inspiring spires, enchanting chanting thrilling, enthralling: surface magic and excitement; high ceilings lift...

Above Knucklas

Strolling up into the green and humpy hills – views close, and further off; cotton-wool clouds above like a perforated ceiling a little lower than...

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