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StorySummer Spectacular Shieldsley010 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Part III Shieldsley110 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Conclusion Shieldsley010 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Part II Shieldsley210 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part I Shieldsley210 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Part I Shieldsley010 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Shieldsley010 years 1 month ago
StoryHaze in the Valley Shieldsley011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Conclusion Shieldsley211 years 4 months ago
StoryThoughts in September Shieldsley111 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Part III Shieldsley011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part II Shieldsley011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Comet Shieldsley111 years 4 months ago
StoryDown Memory Lane Shieldsley011 years 4 months ago
StoryCoronation Postponed Shieldsley112 years 1 week ago
StoryClose the blinds Shieldsley012 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionPoems Shieldsley012 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionShort stories Shieldsley012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWorulde Shieldsley012 years 1 month ago
StoryLeaving Beechwood Shieldsley212 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Traveller Shieldsley012 years 1 month ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley212 years 1 month ago
StoryMoving Shieldsley412 years 1 month ago

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Cherry

The Man Who Thought Too Much Part I

Sid Bartram awoke one fine summer morning feeling distinctly uneasy. He had no real reason for feeling so. He had enjoyed a relaxing weekend, mainly...

The Comet

I peered into the night, the star-encrusted dark And around me the land lay enshrouded in mist Frost glistened coldly. reflecting the spark Of icy...
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Down Memory Lane

I awoke from the sort of grayish swoon that had become all too common recently and found myself behind the wheel of my Peugeot.The long, straight,...

Close the blinds

He watches as the blind descends, shutting out the street The light claws at the dark fabric, noise hurls itself at the window But falls back senseless and fluttering
Poem of the week

Leaving Beechwood

They left me standing With the wind whipping the fields Amd tyres crunching on gravel Left in those long, yellow corridors Where metal clashed on metal Voices echoed distantly

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