Esther

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StoryTomorrows Memories Esther012 years 11 months ago
StoryA beginning Marleys halo012 years 11 months ago
StoryLessons from the past DandeRyan012 years 11 months ago
StorySanity DandeRyan112 years 11 months ago
StoryA Medieval Saga SimonF012 years 11 months ago
StoryBeauty Parlor randy-johnson012 years 11 months ago
StoryIt Was Only A Memory confusedteen012 years 11 months ago
StoryHITCHCOCKIAN moonphish012 years 11 months ago
StoryWest of the Fields Long Gone Carl Halling012 years 11 months ago
StoryTom Esther012 years 11 months ago
StoryTom Esther612 years 11 months ago
StoryPoem Esther012 years 11 months ago
StoryTom Esther012 years 11 months ago
Story'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 1/1 David Maidment012 years 11 months ago
StoryWild Geese Silver Spun Sand012 years 11 months ago
StoryMore fun was to follow Esther012 years 11 months ago
Blog entryThatcher has gone Esther012 years 11 months ago
StoryFanny The Walrus512 years 11 months ago
StoryLet's Talk About the Weather - IP hudsonmoon1212 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen I have gone I want you to think about everything Esther112 years 11 months ago
StoryWhat was normal Esther012 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen I consider how my day is used Esther112 years 11 months ago
StoryAgnes WillowEyes012 years 11 months ago
Storywhy so blue a.lesser.thing012 years 11 months ago
StoryTom Esther012 years 11 months ago

My stories

Tom

Penguin, shouted Tom, penguin... please.....pretty please nice and kind Malcolm....might I take one of those home in the van with me....even just for a little while. 'NO'. 'Why not.

More fun was to follow

Not very much happened on the journey from Olney to Milton Keynes and then the M1.

Tom

It was twenty minutes later than planned that the mini-bus drew away from the centre; packed with excitement, dreams and anticipation.

Tom

Tom had dreams of his own but couldn't explain his dreams to anyone. He did know that he wanted to be free and to run with the penguins; or even have one of his own.

Tom

Many days had been and gone since Tom had entered the world. Sun and raindrops falling into the earth or running collectively, an army on a march.

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