Anne Shirley

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StoryOld friends fromagreenhill26 years 9 months ago
StoryAnd so winking_tiger19 years 5 months ago
StoryA Musical Interlude Writing the Alphabet hudsonmoon79 years 11 months ago
StoryThe One winking_tiger210 years 2 months ago
StoryCows Toungue. Anne Shirley013 years 2 months ago
StoryBreakfast. Anne Shirley313 years 2 months ago
StoryAlfred and his dreams. Anne Shirley413 years 2 months ago
StoryA very successful day :) Anne Shirley613 years 2 months ago
StoryA Promise of War. Anne Shirley013 years 2 months ago
StoryA prince and his fat horse Anne Shirley013 years 2 months ago
CollectionBest ones. Anne Shirley013 years 2 months ago
StoryVultures Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe day my heart sang. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe rules. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryShyness. Anne Shirley213 years 4 months ago
StoryIt was a worm. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryIn her white dress. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryI live in a perfect world. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryI wont apologise. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryFaith is the answer, when it should be the question. Anne Shirley013 years 4 months ago
StoryAlive alexred313 years 7 months ago
StoryWe Give Up blighters rock1314 years 8 months ago
StoryMelange 2 lenchenelf914 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Mama Said. Anne Shirley214 years 10 months ago
Story " Mamihlapinatapai " ScoZen814 years 10 months ago

My collections

My stories

Cows Toungue.

The children don’t like that meat. Crying, and spluttering that it is not right to eat that part of an animal. Eating cattle tongue has never seemed wrong to us before.

My Mama Said.

I don’t believe in right. My Mama always said there was no such thing. Only different shades of grey, she said. I love my Mama, but she was wrong about grey. There’s colours.

It was a worm.

It was a worm. I walked past. Didn’t stand on it. But I walked past. Well I would have moved it, but to touch that pulsating pink? It swelled, a sad tube on the concrete.

Glory Of Butterflies.

Invited over to yours, sweet tea to drink and biscuits to crunch. Above our heads, across your walls the beautiful body’s of butterflies. Framed, hung, displayed.

In her white dress.

In her white dress she pretends, that she is not the type, for men to win in fights Behind golden curls, although blue her eyes slide quickly, from one to another just like any other slut.

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