Stephen Thom

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StoryMother, mirror, daughter love_writing610 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryPassing Through - 3/3 - Passing time with no time Stephen Thom1210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPassing Through - 2/3 - Passing Through/Stuck in a Fence Stephen Thom1510 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPassing Through - 1/3 - Passing the time/Three-day work trip Stephen Thom910 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Weight On My Back (poetry monthly) Bee1210 years 1 month ago
StoryWriting It Off Bee3310 years 1 month ago
StoryLord of flies Stephen Thom2610 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Maths Tutor (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney1410 years 1 month ago
StoryLovebirds Jack Fritwell810 years 1 month ago
StoryOn Preparing a Fruit Salad Silver Spun Sand1010 years 1 month ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...1510 years 1 month ago
StoryA poem for Samuel - aged 3 jeand1110 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat Am I? Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryYou're all I ever wanted Deliberately Ev...910 years 1 month ago
StoryJourney's end Parson Thru110 years 1 month ago
StoryBird as messenger Stephen Thom1110 years 1 month ago
StoryGuarding seafret310 years 1 month ago
StoryJourneys Starfish Girl910 years 1 month ago
StoryInfinity Eloquence410 years 1 month ago
StoryAt The Café Bee1710 years 1 month ago
Storylook away ..... .... ... .. . . . . . ."Poetry Monthly" MarciaMarcia1810 years 1 month ago
StoryMartha's Hill blighters rock1210 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Old Man and the Sea luigi_pagano1010 years 1 month ago
Storyhesitation in a breath jvriesema210 years 1 month ago

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Flare

The headlights picked out individual snowflakes, quivering cotton drops spliced from the gauzy storm and suspended in their yellow orbs. 'You have to...

Lamb - 2/2

https://www.abctales.com/story/stephen-thom/lamb-12 Across a perpetual pitch-black ocean the Lamb drifted, centrifuge rotating in elegiac sweeps as...

Lamb - 1/2

They split from the chattering group, ducking under the perimeter fence to huddle at the base of the temple. He shrugged off his schoolbag and...
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Traces

The wheat field moved with torpid rolls in the wind. As Sacks turned on the rise to greet him, it appeared to be a vast patterned cloak sweeping from...
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Lakehouse

The headings are a nod to Iris Murdoch's 'The Sea, The Sea', a wonderful book :)

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