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StorySummer Spectacular Shieldsley011 years 1 week ago
StorySnapshot Part III Shieldsley111 years 2 weeks ago
StorySnapshot Conclusion Shieldsley011 years 2 weeks ago
StorySnapshot Part II Shieldsley211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part I Shieldsley211 years 2 weeks ago
StorySnapshot Part I Shieldsley011 years 1 month ago
StorySnapshot Shieldsley011 years 1 month ago
StoryHaze in the Valley Shieldsley012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Conclusion Shieldsley212 years 3 months ago
StoryThoughts in September Shieldsley112 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Part III Shieldsley012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part II Shieldsley012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Comet Shieldsley112 years 3 months ago
StoryDown Memory Lane Shieldsley012 years 4 months ago
StoryCoronation Postponed Shieldsley112 years 11 months ago
StoryClose the blinds Shieldsley012 years 11 months ago
CollectionPoems Shieldsley012 years 12 months ago
CollectionShort stories Shieldsley012 years 12 months ago
StoryWorulde Shieldsley013 years 1 month ago
StoryLeaving Beechwood Shieldsley213 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Traveller Shieldsley013 years 1 month ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley213 years 1 month ago
StoryMoving Shieldsley413 years 1 month ago

My stories

The Traveller

Glint with lonely light glowering through emptiness Smile at faded past receding into photographic stillness Cry at emerald jewel floating lost somewhere far away

Worulde

Crimson balloon hovers motionlessly over icy pyramids As stars shimmer in the blank eternity of sleep Bluish, harsh light Strands of hair forever rotate over amorphous whiteness

Sleepwalker

Lying in the dark I rose and crept to you Waded through dawn’s blue light to your room Where infant sowers of morning strew Seeds of day in the silent, sleepy gloom

Coronation Postponed

I dreamed last night we were ready for the crowning of a king We sat, silent and shivering, in a cathedral's massive bowel Expecting the roar of a thousand voices, for a country's bells to ring

Moving

Thoughts on moving home...

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