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StoryAlong for the ride moor land47 months 1 week ago
StoryEscape moor land71 year 2 weeks ago
StoryBurned bannock moor land62 years 1 week ago
StoryMorning moor land02 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Aeroplane moor land02 years 9 months ago
StoryDogs and Eyes moor land03 years 7 months ago
StoryBaby moor land13 years 7 months ago
StoryA drink at Christmas moor land24 years 8 months ago
StoryFlat remembered moor land14 years 11 months ago
StoryRed walls moor land14 years 11 months ago
StoryRain Haiku moor land54 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Mill - writing fragment moor land16 years 5 months ago
StoryDream sequence moor land36 years 6 months ago
StoryCircle from Craswall 11/1/19 Rhiannonw256 years 6 months ago
StoryShe watches for trees moor land76 years 7 months ago
StoryWe can help you with anything (part 1) moor land37 years 4 months ago
StoryMeasles Philip Sidney248 years 7 months ago
StoryThe river moor land09 years 3 months ago
StoryBrian - all parts together and updated moor land110 years 1 month ago
StoryBrian - part 4 moor land010 years 3 months ago
StoryBrian - part 5 moor land210 years 3 months ago
StoryBrian - part 3 moor land210 years 4 months ago
StoryBrian stirs it up: part 2 moor land110 years 4 months ago
StoryBrian stirs it up moor land410 years 4 months ago
CollectionFiction: book moor land010 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Mill - writing fragment

The scrubland stretched behind the mill, bordered by the river and the steep incline of the millstone grit. Long grasses grew atop mounds of dirt,...
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Rain Haiku

Rain it rains and rains Mixes smells of leaves and dirt Earth and plants are one
Gold cherry

She watches for trees

She watches for trees from the train. Here they come. First silver birch, then ash and elm, and finally as clumps become woods, oak joins them. It’s...

Dream sequence

The same sequence. Jem and I watch the lights move across the valley like festival lanterns, floating, drifting in the dark. Then a hum, becoming...
Cherry

We can help you with anything (part 1)

I couldn’t see the pigeons. They weren’t hanging at the Costa where the barista arranged chairs, or by the never forget stones at the junction of one...

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