Yvonne Anderson

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StoryThe Walthamstow Bird jolono229 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand89 years 12 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (2) celticman279 years 12 months ago
StoryLilac Yvonne Anderson89 years 12 months ago
StoryTravel - Penzance Ray Schaufeld129 years 12 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman229 years 12 months ago
StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1010 years 3 weeks ago
StorySaturdays Yvonne Anderson810 years 1 month ago
StoryDaft as a brush Yvonne Anderson910 years 1 month ago
StoryPiggy Bank Rhiannonw910 years 1 month ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat510 years 1 month ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1510 years 1 month ago
StoryDown the tunnel Yvonne Anderson010 years 1 month ago
StoryInsomniac Yvonne Anderson610 years 2 months ago
Storyscream alphadog1410 years 2 months ago
StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2810 years 2 months ago
StoryA school dinner Yvonne Anderson210 years 2 months ago
CollectionPoems Yvonne Anderson010 years 2 months ago
CollectionAutobiography Yvonne Anderson010 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love luigi_pagano2410 years 3 months ago
StoryNew midgeryall210 years 3 months ago
StoryMe and dad Yvonne Anderson610 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Daughter and Other Angels Silver Spun Sand1510 years 3 months ago
StoryAn old friend Yvonne Anderson610 years 4 months ago
StoryRemembering M Yvonne Anderson1110 years 4 months ago

My stories

Violent

The beast slavering, rumbling, growling, straining at the leash, throwing itself wall to door. Its chains slinking, creaking, bending, yielding crack...
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It's finally over

So what is it you want then, if you’re saying it’s the end? To breathe, to be me, not to have to pretend. Tch. Let’s give it another try don’t let it...

Trinity

The innocence of the pram, Softly stuffed and padded, Draped with toys and teddies. Innocent yet of the cheesy vomit, Ice cream with melted chocolate...

The Mad Artist

Another Sunday in the village. We went for a walk to the Green, lingered at the bus stop to read the rumours and share a smoke. The one place open...

Little girls go to the park

Dainty daisies dotted Dotty daisies Daisies everywhere Spinning dizzy Getting giddy As far as eyes can see Dinky dots scattered on green. Run and...
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