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StoryPassing Through - 2/3 - Passing Through/Stuck in a Fence Stephen Thom159 years 7 months ago
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StoryNeverSquash a Raspberry catherine poarch119 years 8 months ago
StoryMother, child jw.herman19 years 8 months ago
Storya summery summary culturehero29 years 8 months ago
StoryLiberty london_calling79119 years 8 months ago
StoryAntidote london_calling7949 years 8 months ago
StoryLord of flies Stephen Thom269 years 8 months ago
StoryLight in the Dark Age Philip Sidney289 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Child lisa h199 years 8 months ago
StoryBeing opinionated is useful. Matthew_J_Barton49 years 8 months ago
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StoryMuse Pat G149 years 8 months ago
StoryNothing About Nothing helix88819 years 8 months ago
StoryBreathed - (poetry monthly) Bee379 years 8 months ago
StoryIce Heart DarkPinkGirl149 years 8 months ago
StoryA Passing (IP) london_calling79139 years 8 months ago
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StoryA Walk in the Park hudsonmoon99 years 8 months ago
StoryThoughts of a madman Parson Thru99 years 8 months ago
StoryJesus Doesn't Want Us To Retaliate randy-johnson19 years 8 months ago
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StoryLeaves Ewan19 years 9 months ago
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StoryRed and Black jennifer59 years 9 months ago

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My stories

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 3

Armstrong was late. Jason sat smugly to the right of the Deputy head who gave him a tut tut look as he sidled in. The room was laid out like a...
Cherry

The Classroom Diaries - Chapter 2

The class were on edge. They moved and twitched as one, hungry and focused. Each one was as intent on their purpose as the next.

The Classroom Diaries

Even walking through the doors in the morning was a chore. The regiment of stern faces formed a welcoming wall, judging and scrutinising in equal measure. This would be awkward.

Pup

When you can't understand that we don't know what to do and your throat is raw from fumbling at the vowels - we just hold you. Keep you safe in our warm, amniotic bubble.

Full Circle

“And should we forget them then? Let the injustices of the past lie? Scratch anyone and they bleed and some wounds bleed through the centuries.”

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