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StoryCleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain) tarquin1812 years 3 months ago
StoryBRAVEHEARTS tarquin1212 years 3 months ago
StoryA Winters Tail tarquin1812 years 3 months ago
StoryA DARK CORNER tarquin1212 years 3 months ago
CollectionTarquins tales. tarquin1012 years 3 months ago
StoryYour Vote Counts? tarquin1012 years 4 months ago
StoryTURNING AWAY tarquin1012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe train now standing tarquin1012 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen the Plough Became the Sword tarquin1213 years 2 months ago
StoryPlane Terror !! tarquin1213 years 2 months ago
StoryA NEW LIFE Linda Wigzell Cress313 years 3 months ago
StoryDear Barking Dog hudsonmoon813 years 7 months ago
StoryMulti tasking widdicombe81413 years 7 months ago
Story1942: Part One _Hayley_413 years 8 months ago
StoryJulian asks about Hairdressers jolono913 years 9 months ago
Storygraves widdicombe81513 years 9 months ago
StoryTen Forgotten Souls tarquin1413 years 10 months ago
Forum topicShort Jokes Noticeboard2913 years 10 months ago
Storypast victories tarquin11013 years 10 months ago
StoryA Christmas Muse for Youse hudsonmoon113 years 10 months ago
StoryChristmas at Macy's MissTee113 years 10 months ago
StoryJulian asks about the War jolono413 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Taste of Freedom Alan Green813 years 10 months ago
Forum topicDoes anyone think it's sacrilege to re-write Shakespeare? london_calling792813 years 10 months ago
StorySnowbound tarquin1413 years 11 months ago

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When the Plough Became the Sword

Throughout History this tiny island of ours has had to stand firm against some outside aggressor. History also records, we will only stand for so much.
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Plane Terror !!

Dedicated to all those who prefer to keep there feet on the ground.

BRAVEHEARTS

A bitter tale from North of the Border.

TURNING AWAY

We knew it would happen, We've arrived at this day. Your life is now changing, And your turning away. You're starting a new life, I'll return to the old. For the dye has been cast,

Cleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain)

Tied to his Mother's domineering appron stings, he longs to live his own life.

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