misskelizabeth

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StorySecond miracle misskelizabeth811 years 8 months ago
StoryTeenage Pregnancy: Defying Expectations. misskelizabeth811 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Kidnap misskelizabeth411 years 11 months ago
StoryDealing with alcoholics misskelizabeth311 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE LONELY WANDERER (I.P.) Linda Wigzell Cress2112 years 4 days ago
StorySoldiers Emotions misskelizabeth312 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE COST OF BEAUTY misskelizabeth212 years 3 months ago
StoryHormones misskelizabeth412 years 4 months ago
StoryConstant problems misskelizabeth312 years 4 months ago
StoryWaving Goodbye misskelizabeth712 years 4 months ago
StoryLost for words misskelizabeth712 years 4 months ago
StoryYellow misskelizabeth612 years 4 months ago
StoryI Like Writing Stories, Yeah I Do hudsonmoon1612 years 4 months ago
StoryMy Mortal Love. jolono1012 years 4 months ago
StoryLove Lost - Love Regained! Denzella1412 years 4 months ago
StoryCHILD OF MY HEART Linda Wigzell Cress1212 years 5 months ago
StoryHis/Her Dramas misskelizabeth212 years 5 months ago
StorySHE CAME TO ME IN A DREAM Linda Wigzell Cress2012 years 5 months ago
StoryCrime misskelizabeth512 years 7 months ago
StoryCHERRY PICKED misskelizabeth1512 years 7 months ago
StoryBereavement misskelizabeth712 years 7 months ago
StoryBeing Yourself I.P misskelizabeth1012 years 7 months ago
StoryA Story In His Eyes misskelizabeth212 years 7 months ago
StoryA Life with Brian! Denzella1012 years 7 months ago
StoryAN ORDINARY MAN - LETTER TO FAMILY - EARLY LIFE IN CAMBERWELL AND BEYOND Linda Wigzell Cress312 years 7 months ago

My stories

A writer, I am becoming.

I wasn’t born with a pen in my hand. No lightning bolt struck. No gods whispered, “Kate, you are chosen.” I just hurt, Quietly. And words, Were the...
Cherry

Cap And Crown

I didn’t just earn a degree I found myself, Inbetween nappies and deadlines, tucked into lunchboxes and long nights, stitched into nursery rhymes and...

The Cart Shed

In Sissinghurst, where gardens dream, Cranbrook’s lanes and gentle stream, There rests a place both quaint and rare, A gatehouse old with country air...
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Wired Differently

I dance to rhythms others miss, In tangled thoughts and mental twists. Too loud, too much, too fast, too deep A mind that rarely goes to sleep. A...
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My Gastroschisis Warrior

In the hush before the dawn, A flicker on the screen, A doctor’s voice, softly spoken, Cuts through the in-between. A tiny life still forming, Hands...
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