Ray Schaufeld

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Storycoldest planet celticman236 years 8 months ago
StoryHave a nice day Parson Thru126 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Last Shift Schubert96 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Game Schubert26 years 8 months ago
StoryIn Memoriam Schubert26 years 8 months ago
StoryLIVERPOOL YaseminB46 years 8 months ago
StoryCaithness PoetonaHill66 years 8 months ago
StorySam PoetonaHill56 years 8 months ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1993) The Lights Below. celticman26 years 8 months ago
Storyfinding peace Di_Hard266 years 8 months ago
StoryWhile I Was Waiting skinner_jennifer106 years 8 months ago
Blog entryVisitor Ray Schaufeld66 years 8 months ago
Blog entryGreat Audition mickleinapickle46 years 8 months ago
StoryBrave Face jennifer46 years 8 months ago
StoryHedgehogs well-wisher36 years 8 months ago
StoryUnclassified - Bulgy Smoking Mum + Spin Cycles I - IV + endpiece Ray Schaufeld86 years 9 months ago
Blog entryIn The Womens' Library - photocopying my work Ray Schaufeld46 years 9 months ago
StoryWalk of Shame Ewan26 years 9 months ago
StoryStrength And Passion Of Women skinner_jennifer126 years 9 months ago
StoryDance of Summer. Ladylily46 years 9 months ago
StorySupervet alexwritings36 years 9 months ago
StoryNow Parson Thru136 years 9 months ago
Blog entryCarl MacDougall (1996) The Casanova Papers celticman26 years 9 months ago
StoryLes Rowse, Philippe and I , final chapter. Ray Schaufeld126 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Mum overthinkingism...106 years 9 months ago

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Primary School Memories

Mixed up little witch sky-high before lunch I hid beneath the cave of wooden desks with metal inkwells in first year juniors. How did Miss Cooper get...

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson

I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson, lifelong daughter of Exmouth recently retired from office work. Louts who mock her grey didacticism...

Rosemary's Carriage Clock

They had not let her go early. But at a quarter-to-five, Emma her line manager with her customary in-yer-face niceness and right-girls-I'm-in-charge...

Waiting for the Rain

Rain coming hard So hard Sheeting down heavily Battering waves More upon more upon more Driving down like heartbeats that curve round When reaching...

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