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StorySecret Lemonade Drinker Andy Hollyhead54 years 6 months ago
StoryYou Looked Like You Had Lost Jane Hyphen124 years 6 months ago
StoryCome meet the women of my land Magnolia Fay224 years 6 months ago
Story Climbing up from Minton Rhiannonw84 years 6 months ago
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StoryThese Hands Ewan184 years 6 months ago
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StoryAmongst The Memories skinner_jennifer194 years 6 months ago
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StoryPet Sounds Jane Hyphen154 years 6 months ago
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StoryLooking For God In The Woods D Marie94 years 6 months ago
StoryJourney Into Fairy Woodland Part Two skinner_jennifer64 years 7 months ago
StoryInto the Woods (Hansel and Gretel) marandina124 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Wasted Wish Jane Hyphen74 years 7 months ago
StorySheep, flowers and sunlight Rhiannonw154 years 7 months ago
StoryLiam in My Head, Chapter 2: The Therapist Wants Me to Get Out More poetkateholden104 years 7 months ago
StoryF*ck All The People! Ewan64 years 7 months ago
StoryQuarter Moon - March littleditty154 years 7 months ago
StoryThis Cannot Be Our Home Jane Hyphen204 years 7 months ago
StoryDon't Look at the Sheikh Jane Hyphen124 years 7 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Parcel for you ......Part 9

Vanessa was perched on the edge of her bed, rifling through the bedside drawer, parting a sea of notebooks, pens, nail polishes, bank statements and...
Gold cherry

I went back to Birmingham

A brutalist and brutal poem. It's my hometown so I can.
Cherry

In Your House

In your house, it’s always night time You never let the sunshine in Running on an endless loop Stale thoughts on ever deepening tracks Landscapes are...
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Cherry

Song of Myself

Written in 1892 - Poem by Walt Whitman
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Gold cherry

Parcel for you....Part 8

The doorbell rang briskly, the sound of it unique, unmistakable. Vanessa felt her heart drop. Shit, she thought, that’s my mother, as her cheeks...
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That took a dark turn. I

Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024

That took a dark turn. I honestly thought this was a gentle peice about the Northern Lights, The part about the man in white fedora attacking a couple and biting them, it happens (a lot in Wales apparently). Then all sorts of carnage unfolding...

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Posted in Abyss

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A perfect storm in words. I

Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024

A perfect storm in words. I've just moved house and the sounds produced by the high winds are more alarming since I'm yet to figure out what's normal for the building. Awful damage for some out there. Let's hope for more peace and perhaps even...

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Your poem is very cleansing,

Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023

Your poem is very cleansing, Rhiannon. You've conveyed a strong sense of all that water rushing, studded with wintry natural features, tangled bare branches and leaf litter.

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Posted in Tumbling river and tangled footpath

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I think his idea was already

Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023

I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it. All those ideas, locked away in rooms while the world destroys itself. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jenny.

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Posted in Brodie's Big Idea

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Very creepy throughout. I don

Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023

Very creepy throughout. I don't know what happened but I was throughly absorbed and very scared of Mrs Stanton.

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Posted in If We Don't Talk About It, It Won't Haunt Me

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Lots to this story. It had

Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023

Lots to this story. It had the feel of a nineties Christmas when the pubs were heaving and you needed a ticket to get inside, although those high street stores were still thriving back then. There's always an Elliot type character causing trouble...

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Posted in 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

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This reminds me Hans

Posted on Sun, 10 Dec 2023

This reminds me Hans Christian Anderson, the morphing of dreams and reality and the falling snow. I really enjoyed it, a very professional short story with some festive magic thrown in.

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Posted in "Starlight And Miracles" (A Christmas tale)

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Thank you, Insert. I will be

Posted on Wed, 06 Dec 2023

Thank you, Insert. I will be doing the sage thing. I'm not used to uneven floors and doors that won't shut but I guess it's normal for an old house. Our previous house was unbearably hot in summer so I'm looking forward to being in a cool cave....

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Posted in In Your House

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I found your poem to be very

Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023

I found your poem to be very calming, as always Jenny. The birds offer us a higher level, removed from the seemingly unsolvable problems of our terrestrial world. 

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Posted in Hope Of The Skylark

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Perfect and beautiful.

Posted on Fri, 01 Dec 2023

Perfect and beautiful. Restraint, just enough details. It's like a perfectly decorated tree, all the decorations spaced and the colours, vibrant, not too much. A mid-winter day illustrated in words.

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Posted in Colours of Christmas

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