fromagreenhill
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The sleep of trees | fromagreenhill | 3 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Silver Birch | fromagreenhill | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The second coming | fromagreenhill | 3 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Salmon leap | fromagreenhill | 7 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Tracks | fromagreenhill | 1 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The tree of life | fromagreenhill | 1 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Soul making | fromagreenhill | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Inuit dream | fromagreenhill | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | In memorium | fromagreenhill | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Inspiration | fromagreenhill | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Grace | fromagreenhill | 3 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Enantiodromia | fromagreenhill | 2 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Beast | Parson Thru | 8 | 14 years 4 days ago |
| Story | The old house | fromagreenhill | 4 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Return | fromagreenhill | 5 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Light | Parson Thru | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Spare me | Parson Thru | 3 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | When a Child Dies | Richard L. Prov... | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
My stories
Pieris rapae
Out of my window, across the gardens, not a leaf stirs, just a butterfly or two, white against the green. Someone is using a hammer in the distance, the sound
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Vision Quest
The young man stopped to catch his breath, he was exhausted, not so much from the pack he was carrying but from the fasting and the long drive. He looked up the
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The Skye Boat Song
The clock radio lit up, the music washed gently over his sleeping body and seeped into his dreams.
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Ode to joy
Stuck in Earl’s Court in a car, in traffic. Nothing moving but crankshafts and fan belts in the blistering heat. I see a man on a doorstep, stained from the day’s toil.
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The inner journey
Who will go down, into the darkness, where the real treasure is buried? People don’t go there voluntarily, because real treasure is buried under real pain. People go because
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