Starfish Girl

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryGoing to the Shops Starfish Girl210 years 7 months ago
StoryIf The Shoe Fits Tipp Hex410 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Warning jeand1010 years 8 months ago
Story'Poppies in the Snow' Silver Spun Sand810 years 8 months ago
StorySod It Starfish Girl910 years 8 months ago
StoryMalingee the Bush Ghost (I.P.) White Dwarf710 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Wind in the Willows Allen Johnson Jr410 years 8 months ago
StoryBlue with Raspberry Paisley Silver Spun Sand1410 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Past Revisited Starfish Girl410 years 8 months ago
StoryAll in an Autumn Evening Silver Spun Sand1010 years 8 months ago
StoryTime Held Starfish Girl810 years 8 months ago
StoryRoom Nine's the One in Three of Us Silver Spun Sand1110 years 8 months ago
StoryFear of the Unknown Starfish Girl610 years 8 months ago
StoryA difference of Opinion Starfish Girl1210 years 8 months ago
StoryButtercups and Daisies Starfish Girl1410 years 8 months ago
StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand2210 years 8 months ago
StoryMap Reading for Beginners Philip Sidney1210 years 8 months ago
StoryWhat's In a Smile? jeand1410 years 8 months ago
StoryHere Bee2010 years 9 months ago
Storygodstruck celticman910 years 9 months ago
StoryLetter from America - Monday Sept 29 jeand410 years 9 months ago
StoryBrains Rhiannonw1110 years 9 months ago
StoryLetter from America Saturday Sept 27 jeand410 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Thing about Autumn Silver Spun Sand1010 years 9 months ago
StoryLetter from America - September 25 jeand810 years 9 months ago

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My stories

Cordon Blue

‘Thanks dear. Yes, can I have a chocolate biscuit with that? I’ll just look through this book and then I’ll start tea. You get on with your jigsaw; I...

Gifts

Helen sat at her computer, a slight smile played around her lips. But not her eyes. Looking away from the screen for a moment she surveyed the...
Cherry

Sitting Pretty

She lowered herself slowly and carefully onto the bench, the coldness of its wrought iron seeping into her back and making her wince. Gradually its...
Cherry

Out of the Known

I hated that journey. In the winter I would leave the house when it was still dark and join those other dispirited souls waiting at the bus stop. The...

Remote

I suppose that I am the typical couch potato. A glass of Baileys, a packet or two of salt and vinegar crisps, a giant sized Mars Bar, the leather...
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