Yvonne Anderson

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StoryWill o' the Wisp Yvonne Anderson111 years 7 months ago
Storyschool photos celticman2711 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Last New Year well-wisher111 years 9 months ago
StorySmokin' at The End of The World Bee2411 years 11 months ago
StoryIn Search of the Cooler Side sappho311 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Campaign Trail smokejack211 years 11 months ago
StoryOn Putting the Clocks Back Silver Spun Sand1311 years 11 months ago
StoryThe man I loved Rebecca Nesbit511 years 11 months ago
StoryThe last sunrise. MS1011 years 11 months ago
StoryMysterious ways Yvonne Anderson411 years 11 months ago
StoryOn being alone Yvonne Anderson012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryViolent Yvonne Anderson212 years 1 month ago
StoryIt's finally over Yvonne Anderson012 years 1 month ago
StoryTrinity Yvonne Anderson012 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Mad Artist Yvonne Anderson412 years 1 month ago
StoryA Star is Born Silver Spun Sand1012 years 3 months ago
StoryReflection in you edithrose1312 years 3 months ago
StoryRegarding your roses, sir. (IP) agnosticnun1012 years 3 months ago
StoryMore Yvonne Anderson512 years 3 months ago
StoryLittle girls go to the park Yvonne Anderson012 years 3 months ago
StoryCh37: Stolen Jan 31st lisa h612 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Undergraduate Silver Spun Sand812 years 3 months ago
StoryJust Another Memory Richard L. Prov...212 years 3 months ago
StoryA chance encounter Yvonne Anderson112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Walthamstow Bird jolono2212 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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