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StoryMartin Ladle78 years 9 months ago
StoryLost animallover38 years 9 months ago
StoryMOUSE EARS moonphish28 years 10 months ago
StoryMemoirs of a Wanna Be: Intro and Chapter 1 M S Tornoe48 years 10 months ago
Story2 Homecoming Dance MrBillyD18 years 10 months ago
StoryChapter 1 More Meat to Eat MrBillyD18 years 10 months ago
Forum topicI have two completed novels, but am unsure whichone to post first. MrBillyD28 years 10 months ago
StoryIf you please Steve28 years 10 months ago
StoryYou can't seriously Steve28 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Begwns* Rhiannonw108 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Last of the President's Men by Bob Woodward Alan Russell28 years 10 months ago
StoryBusiness Idea - Virtual Chat Partner (Inspired by the genie on the Akinator Website) well-wisher18 years 10 months ago
Storya memory hoalarg118 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Truth Of Who You Are mcscraic18 years 10 months ago
StoryHer samhennig38 years 10 months ago
StoryCOMPOSITION moonphish48 years 10 months ago
StoryDoggerel from a Lunatic Ewan28 years 10 months ago
StoryAddicts slinkygirl8128 years 10 months ago
StoryFor my sons... (Poetry Monthly) london_calling7978 years 10 months ago
StoryA Tale Of Perpetual Motion well-wisher18 years 10 months ago
StoryWar of the Titans (Part 2) Thy Bard18 years 10 months ago
StoryWar of the Titans (Part 1) Thy Bard28 years 10 months ago
StoryMe? Rhiannonw158 years 10 months ago
StoryBeautiful slinkygirl8138 years 10 months ago
StoryEmpath Angel slinkygirl8118 years 10 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Montage of my sons. IP

Quicksilver hands as sharp as eyes. Your Trojan smiles flinty edged, your jawlines merge with the fizz and pop of consonant and vowel. American and Anglicised.

The Blandest Rainbow

Warm inside, I’m cocooned for now as outside blooms the blandest rainbow.

Inspiration and Perspiration

Sorry. I'm so sorry. I'd leave it ten minutes if I were you.

Lattes in Limbo

One son, torpid, lounges swum fluent in books, scrawl fresh brewed lost in the flurry and hiss.
Cherry

Surf

A soft thumbprint sheen haze hangs against the tenuous surface

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