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StoryLuscious Language L G Meadows1114 years 9 months ago
StoryDreams of a River L G Meadows414 years 9 months ago
StoryTimelines Chs. 15 &16 (final) Rescue-Applied, and Completion Rhiannonw214 years 10 months ago
StorySmall Wonder Silver Spun Sand1214 years 10 months ago
StoryForgotten Lake Richard L. Prov...514 years 11 months ago
StoryGod is on Our Side Richard L. Prov...214 years 11 months ago
StoryLost and Found - a song amlee414 years 11 months ago
StoryI Am your Dad Richard L. Prov...414 years 11 months ago
StorySum valiswaverider414 years 12 months ago
StoryDaydreaming skinner_jennifer1815 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Lighthouse Richard L. Prov...215 years 4 weeks ago
StoryJesus Loves You mcscraic115 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Were the Days... Silver Spun Sand1815 years 1 month ago
StoryVanilla, a Choice of Season Richard L. Prov...415 years 1 month ago
StorySunday sorrow Mummy Penguin715 years 2 months ago
StoryEarly in the Year. Luly Whisper615 years 2 months ago
StoryNature's Songs L G Meadows615 years 3 months ago
StoryAttempts at Haiku. ScoZen1815 years 3 months ago
StoryDisasters Rhiannonw215 years 4 months ago

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My stories

‘Canta’ was a black Ford car

My parents had a little car, ‘Canta’ was its name, ‘Can’t afFord it! won’t go far!’, – some modest trips their aim. My father fixed a hole above. – A puzzled frown, reproof,
Cherry

Unique (IP)

Catastrophic flooding, pouring, pushing, 40 days and nights still raining, water underground emerging, rushing sediment stirred up by crushing rocks and soil and vegetation, then engulfing

Living Tapestry

From lowland lake to moorland bleak, in wood and hedge, high mountain peak, on roadside verge, and rocky shore, through cracking concrete factory floor (disused), and shielded city nook:

Is the grass greener ...? (IP)

Shortie said to Bean-pole, ‘I wish that I was tall!’ Bean-pole said to Shortie, ‘I’d rather be quite small! I feel just so conspicuous, up here above you all.’

Poignant ice tribute to Titanic victims (Belfast, 21/10/12)

Pentathlon Current Affairs 'Fib' poem Ice men, women and children sitting on the steps: fifteen hundred and seventeen: many watch the weeping, melting Titanic tribute disappear:

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