Yvonne Anderson

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StoryWill o' the Wisp Yvonne Anderson19 years 2 months ago
Storyschool photos celticman279 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Last New Year well-wisher19 years 3 months ago
StorySmokin' at The End of The World Bee249 years 5 months ago
StoryIn Search of the Cooler Side sappho39 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Campaign Trail smokejack29 years 5 months ago
StoryOn Putting the Clocks Back Silver Spun Sand139 years 5 months ago
StoryThe man I loved Rebecca Nesbit59 years 5 months ago
StoryThe last sunrise. MS109 years 5 months ago
StoryMysterious ways Yvonne Anderson49 years 6 months ago
StoryOn being alone Yvonne Anderson09 years 7 months ago
StoryViolent Yvonne Anderson29 years 7 months ago
StoryIt's finally over Yvonne Anderson09 years 7 months ago
StoryTrinity Yvonne Anderson09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mad Artist Yvonne Anderson49 years 7 months ago
StoryBRE York Parson Thru69 years 9 months ago
StoryA Star is Born Silver Spun Sand109 years 9 months ago
StoryReflection in you edithrose139 years 9 months ago
StoryRegarding your roses, sir. (IP) agnosticnun109 years 9 months ago
StoryMore Yvonne Anderson59 years 9 months ago
StoryLittle girls go to the park Yvonne Anderson09 years 9 months ago
StoryCh37: Stolen Jan 31st lisa h69 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Undergraduate Silver Spun Sand89 years 9 months ago
StoryJust Another Memory Richard L. Prov...29 years 9 months ago
StoryA chance encounter Yvonne Anderson19 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

A fleeting moment of beauty

April's guests were a-quiver, shivering. Shimmering in their new robes. Willow, all drooping limbs, kissed the air. Hissed to Rose "Is that the bride...
Cherry

Skin

High up in a large grey space, a long time ago. Across the bare floor I see the other part of me and she pulls me to her. Tiptoes slide soundlessly...
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Will o' the Wisp

Except for Tink nobody was that fond of him and it was evident he had issues - and not just with his adenoids. But in those days we were so tolerant of people's oddities we were blind to their covert behaviours.....
Cherry

Mysterious ways

From dead sleep to instant alert in the blackest part of the night. The presence filled the room. Palpable presence that was almost a noise and if it...
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On being alone

Lean against the lock, wonder about life in the singular. Solitude – the silent stillness of a home, tick of a clock. Tranquil paths trod, past...

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