Anne Shirley

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StoryLittle white lie Daniel Saint-John314 years 11 months ago
StorySmiles and giggles. Anne Shirley214 years 11 months ago
StoryI wish I was a Butterfly Savx814 years 11 months ago
StoryThe truth about Ruth… Mark Heathcote214 years 11 months ago
StoryGlory Of Butterflies. Anne Shirley414 years 11 months ago
Storytears are not superglue... lostallfaith114 years 11 months ago
Storythe sandals & shorts guy delapruch214 years 11 months ago
StoryThere is something astonishing within you mcmanaman614 years 11 months ago
StoryLove kept her for a teacup Mark Heathcote314 years 11 months ago
Storyrepressed memory & dog slobber delapruch114 years 11 months ago
StorySob hounddog114 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Walk. Anne Shirley615 years 1 day ago
StoryDid You Watch the Sky Richard L. Prov...615 years 2 days ago
StoryFor My Wife Richard L. Prov...215 years 2 days ago
StoryThe Neighbours Children Anne Shirley715 years 2 days ago
StoryThose certainly were the days Stevehawk615 years 3 days ago
StoryWe are filled with pain and crushed bones nancy_am615 years 4 days ago
StoryToast To The Dead pinda115 years 4 days ago
StoryHow things work francisraymonda...615 years 4 days ago
StoryVivian put on lipstick. Anne Shirley315 years 5 days ago
StoryLove & War (Tonight) awsamy315 years 1 week ago
StoryDuality April315 years 1 week ago
StoryNothing Catherine Rose Davis315 years 1 week ago
StoryThe path of a six year old believer! Mark Heathcote115 years 1 week ago
Storylooky! delapruch115 years 1 week ago

My stories

The Neighbours Children

The only time they raised their voices was when reciting times tables. Their mouths sparkled, clean as soap, although they’d never tasted it. They knew what P’s and Q’s meant,

Vivian put on lipstick.

Vivian put on lipstick. She knew full well the effect this would have on men; (she had read all about it on the internet), one man in particular, Richard

The day my heart sang.

Well that day, my heart sang and so did I. But what if hearts really did have mouths, and when we opened them blood fell out. Red, staining the carpet, which is rather similar

Follow the leader.

Dazed, we play follow the leader tripping & falling but moving forwards. My heart pounds in my feet, heavy,

The rules.

We are on a chess board, and you are on the wrong square. The rules are simple, when black mixes with white someone loses. White starts first, always. It just makes it less complicated.

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