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StoryBastille Day in Brookwood paddyjohnston012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionSweetness paddyjohnston012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryScrabbled paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryMarshmallows paddyjohnston312 years 2 months ago
StorySweetness paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryMissing paddyjohnston112 years 2 months ago
StoryKipling's Anonymous (2008) paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryIcing paddyjohnston012 years 2 months ago
StoryKim & Jessie paddyjohnston213 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ant Rocks paddyjohnston513 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Midnight Baker paddyjohnston313 years 11 months ago
StoryMr Hocking paddyjohnston714 years 2 months ago
StoryPipistrelle paddyjohnston414 years 2 months ago
StoryLebkuchen paddyjohnston714 years 2 months ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2414 years 2 months ago

My collections

My stories

Cherry

Kim & Jessie

'Kim & Jessie' appeared on shuffle as I walked home and summer refused to die. I thought of you dancing in pointed shoes arms flailing in small circles to lead the reluctant revelers

The Ant Rocks

A long-awaited exchange Of mutual existence Recalls a name, long-forgotten But instantly familiar. As children, thrown unceremoniously Into holidays and grandparents,
Cherry

Pipistrelle

Hundreds upon thousands of tiny bats Are beating their thin wings To welcome the night. A flutter falls As the darkness descends And their voices call: A nocturne at once urgent
Gold cherry

Mr Hocking

The secret ingredient In Mr. Hocking’s case Was a thick West Country accent And the crystal clear conviction That it was the seaweed above all else Which made his ice cream the best,

Scrabbled

It was the second or third time that I visited your house and I scrabbled around in my mind as I picked out the letters of the game of scrabble which was absent from our fated evening

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