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StorySummer Spectacular Shieldsley010 years 11 months ago
StorySnapshot Part III Shieldsley110 years 12 months ago
StorySnapshot Conclusion Shieldsley010 years 12 months ago
StorySnapshot Part II Shieldsley210 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part I Shieldsley210 years 12 months ago
StorySnapshot Part I Shieldsley011 years 6 days ago
StorySnapshot Shieldsley011 years 6 days ago
StoryHaze in the Valley Shieldsley012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Conclusion Shieldsley212 years 2 months ago
StoryThoughts in September Shieldsley112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Part III Shieldsley012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part II Shieldsley012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Comet Shieldsley112 years 3 months ago
StoryDown Memory Lane Shieldsley012 years 3 months ago
StoryCoronation Postponed Shieldsley112 years 11 months ago
StoryClose the blinds Shieldsley012 years 11 months ago
CollectionPoems Shieldsley012 years 11 months ago
CollectionShort stories Shieldsley012 years 11 months ago
StoryWorulde Shieldsley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLeaving Beechwood Shieldsley213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Traveller Shieldsley013 years 2 weeks ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMoving Shieldsley413 years 2 weeks 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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