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StoryComplex Heaven alphadog1913 years 2 days ago
StoryHoofs. ScoZen3013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMoving on. ScoZen1213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Art of Dying Silver Spun Sand2613 years 3 weeks ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon213 years 3 weeks ago
Storysnowflake InspiredWriter613 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Strife of Brian Silver Spun Sand913 years 1 month ago
Storymistakes widdicombe81813 years 1 month ago
StoryReality Beeme213 years 1 month ago
StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2613 years 1 month ago
StoryHippyshit sorcerer213 years 1 month ago
Storylive for today pathnow313 years 2 months ago
StoryMulti tasking widdicombe81413 years 2 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3213 years 2 months ago
StoryI’m Smitten With Britain (Light hearted song) well-wisher313 years 2 months ago
StoryReflections skinner_jennifer1713 years 2 months ago
StoryCleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain) tarquin1813 years 2 months ago
Storylove, honor,obey widdicombe81813 years 2 months ago
StoryGONE KizWiz913 years 2 months ago
StoryDear Barking Dog hudsonmoon813 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Grandma, My Wife (80 words) Richard L. Prov...513 years 2 months ago
StoryGrandparents widdicombe81213 years 2 months ago
StoryEchoes of an Ode Man animan713 years 2 months ago
Storyout alone. widdicombe81413 years 2 months ago
Storythe rosy youth that was I seannelson213 years 2 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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