Indrani Ananda

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StoryTHE GARDEN PEST Indrani Ananda613 years 11 months ago
StoryTEARS FOR TABITHA Indrani Ananda413 years 12 months ago
Story'Little Sparrow' Silver Spun Sand1513 years 12 months ago
StoryOther People's Lives (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1213 years 12 months ago
StoryLAMIA Indrani Ananda313 years 12 months ago
StorySPACEDREAMER Indrani Ananda314 years 14 min ago
StoryMOON MARINER Indrani Ananda214 years 50 min ago
StoryGHOSTSHIPS Indrani Ananda314 years 1 hour ago
StoryTHE POPPYFALLEN Indrani Ananda414 years 1 hour ago
StoryMOON OVER BRIGHTON Indrani Ananda514 years 1 hour ago
StoryCarmine Kisses Silver Spun Sand2214 years 4 days ago
StoryA Man for All Seasons Silver Spun Sand1914 years 4 days ago
StoryI’m Drambolling of a Whistical Crimbelode h jenkins1114 years 4 days ago
Story( IP) The Last Pharaoh Silver Spun Sand2214 years 6 days ago
StoryLOST MOTHER Indrani Ananda614 years 1 week ago
StoryPRAWN SHOES, BLACK SANDWICH Indrani Ananda514 years 1 week ago
StoryTHE CLOUDWATCHER Indrani Ananda214 years 1 week ago
StoryTHE MIRROR Indrani Ananda314 years 1 week ago
StoryAnd Silver Spun Sand (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand3014 years 1 week ago
Story'Happy New Year'... Silver Spun Sand1414 years 1 week ago
Forum topic16.12.11 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook1114 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

AUTUMN LADY

Summer is green and the years they are young; Tell me my name with your honey-sweet tongue; Sing of your love to my earthcrystal heart While the leaves only whisper of Autumn.

PRAWN SHOES, BLACK SANDWICH

A man by the name of Joe Bambridge Whose arm was slung up in a bandage Went shopping to choose A pair of black shoes, Then slipped on a mouldy prawn sandwich! A lad who was known as MacHughes
Cherry

LOST MOTHER

Oh that a bright mind would never die, Or a fair spirit never fly; Love cannot keep you here, nor Earth retain; And Time knows not how to heal a memory's pain.
Cherry

THE MIRROR

See their child in the mirrored earth, With ethereal eyes and her pale angel sheen; Then watch her fade before her birth - - - - -Show me what might have been.

THE CLOUDWATCHER

And many cloud-wrought ships glide through the night Unseen along the hoary vapour trails, Made ghostly by the pale moon-mariner ........

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