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StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2313 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Exact Time (IP) prettyrose313 years 10 months ago
StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1113 years 11 months ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows413 years 11 months ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw213 years 11 months ago
StorySmall Wonder Silver Spun Sand1214 years 2 days ago
StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 1 week ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 1 week ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 1 month ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 1 month ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1814 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...214 years 2 months ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic114 years 2 months ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1814 years 3 months ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...414 years 3 months ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin714 years 3 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper614 years 4 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows614 years 4 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1814 years 4 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw214 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Soggy November Day

Saturated hedges drip, visibility murky, thick, misty haze obscures the views, greying out familiar hues; hands in pockets, slither, slip, oozy puddles, wellies stick,

Fireworks (IP)

Bonfire hot, guy alight, brightening up the pitch-dark night, candles fizzing, rockets whizzing, speedy soaring, star-bursts pouring, bangs and crackles, children’s chuckles,

Nearly three – “You can’t see me!”

Nearly 3, hide behind a tree – “You can’t see me!” though a spotty anorak is sticking out from round the back! “You can’t see me!” Yes, I know I forgot to go

At motorway services (IP)

Passing through from far and wide, parking neatly side by side, no-one knows from where you’ve come, no-one caring where you’ve gone. Glossy shop, expensive ‘tack’,

Wigmore Castle

Herefordshire The grandchildren like walking up Wigmore castle hill: up and up, past ruined bits of tower, – steps, then level, higher, higher;

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