Yvonne Anderson

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StoryWill o' the Wisp Yvonne Anderson110 years 8 months ago
Storyschool photos celticman2710 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Last New Year well-wisher110 years 10 months ago
StorySmokin' at The End of The World Bee2410 years 12 months ago
StoryIn Search of the Cooler Side sappho311 years 2 days ago
StoryThe Campaign Trail smokejack211 years 1 week ago
StoryOn Putting the Clocks Back Silver Spun Sand1311 years 1 week ago
StoryThe man I loved Rebecca Nesbit511 years 1 week ago
StoryThe last sunrise. MS1011 years 1 week ago
StoryMysterious ways Yvonne Anderson411 years 1 week ago
StoryOn being alone Yvonne Anderson011 years 1 month ago
StoryViolent Yvonne Anderson211 years 2 months ago
StoryIt's finally over Yvonne Anderson011 years 2 months ago
StoryTrinity Yvonne Anderson011 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Mad Artist Yvonne Anderson411 years 2 months ago
StoryBRE York Parson Thru611 years 3 months ago
StoryA Star is Born Silver Spun Sand1011 years 3 months ago
StoryReflection in you edithrose1311 years 3 months ago
StoryRegarding your roses, sir. (IP) agnosticnun1011 years 4 months ago
StoryMore Yvonne Anderson511 years 4 months ago
StoryLittle girls go to the park Yvonne Anderson011 years 4 months ago
StoryCh37: Stolen Jan 31st lisa h611 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Undergraduate Silver Spun Sand811 years 4 months ago
StoryJust Another Memory Richard L. Prov...211 years 4 months ago
StoryA chance encounter Yvonne Anderson111 years 5 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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