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StoryComplex Heaven alphadog1914 years 2 months ago
StoryHoofs. ScoZen3014 years 2 months ago
StoryMoving on. ScoZen1214 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Art of Dying Silver Spun Sand2614 years 2 months ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
Storysnowflake InspiredWriter614 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Strife of Brian Silver Spun Sand914 years 3 months ago
Storymistakes widdicombe81814 years 3 months ago
StoryReality Beeme214 years 3 months ago
StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2514 years 3 months ago
StoryHippyshit sorcerer214 years 3 months ago
Storylive for today pathnow314 years 4 months ago
StoryMulti tasking widdicombe81414 years 4 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3214 years 4 months ago
StoryI’m Smitten With Britain (Light hearted song) well-wisher314 years 4 months ago
StoryReflections skinner_jennifer1714 years 4 months ago
StoryCleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain) tarquin1814 years 4 months ago
Storylove, honor,obey widdicombe81814 years 4 months ago
StoryGONE KizWiz914 years 4 months ago
StoryDear Barking Dog hudsonmoon814 years 4 months ago
StoryYour Grandma, My Wife (80 words) Richard L. Prov...514 years 4 months ago
StoryGrandparents widdicombe81214 years 4 months ago
StoryEchoes of an Ode Man animan714 years 4 months ago
Storyout alone. widdicombe81414 years 4 months ago
Storythe rosy youth that was I seannelson214 years 4 months ago

My stories

Multi tasking

for mothers day

love, honor,obey

Love, honor and obey, three simple words yet they are three of the most difficult promises to achieve. Only two out of ten marriages will do this and one of those two will be done out of fear.

Grandparents

You both talking to me ,trying to both grab my attention, my Nan on the her latest hat, my Grandad on his latest drawings, and I smile and pretend to be listen, but really I'm just wondering where hav

out alone.

When the sun rests its tired head, and moon rises up instead, shadows climb out from the walls and the floors bringing danger to my thoughts. The wind weaves through the tress and leafs,

graves

There something quite still and tranquil among the lost souls in their graves, their silence is powerful washing the woes away,

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