MJG

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StoryFirst Breath:Last Breath MJG127 years 5 months ago
StoryStrictly, The Last Supper MJG177 years 5 months ago
StoryCandlemas 1842 MJG37 years 5 months ago
StoryThe lover, the husband and the wife MJG47 years 9 months ago
StoryHorreur à Paris Michael Valentine37 years 10 months ago
StoryCondoms for Cornwall - a short monologue MJG207 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Neighbour the Alcoholic Jane Hyphen78 years 1 week ago
StoryMy Other Life is Philip Sidney548 years 1 week ago
StoryForgotten Copse Deliberately Ev...168 years 4 months ago
Storytrifecta maggyvaneijk178 years 6 months ago
Blog entryABCtales is saved! tcook138 years 7 months ago
Storywiddershins celticman138 years 7 months ago
Blog entryABCtales - Good news! tcook228 years 7 months ago
Storythe war to end all wars celticman248 years 7 months ago
StoryEntomophobia queen beatle88 years 9 months ago
StoryDaguerreotype Philip Sidney238 years 9 months ago
Blog entryBee's Journey. Sad News Insertponceyfre...308 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Tattoo and First Attempt at Shoplifting Bee229 years 2 months ago
StoryRetrospective Drawings maggyvaneijk159 years 3 months ago
StoryRemembering Molly Michael Valentine169 years 3 months ago
StoryCall of the Minster lenchenelf139 years 6 months ago
StoryWriting It Off Bee339 years 6 months ago
StoryLight in the Dark Age Philip Sidney289 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Child lisa h199 years 6 months ago
StoryGetting Fat Terrence Oblong169 years 7 months ago

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Swimming Snake

The grass snake purls water, spreads ripples across the canal’s slow-undulating surface. A miniature, muscular wave roils shadows of heaped summer...
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Heron-haunted Pool

Ropy jelly congeals in a shallow pool, fringed by rushes, swelling frogspawn absorbs blue sky into green shade. Tadpoles wiggle loose, like dark...
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The Goodbye

No smile or words. Rigid, unyielding, for that last photograph. His arm, slack, around my shoulder. I turn from the shot. Hide my tears, knowing he...
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September Sun on Blackdown Hills

North, up deep-wooded Black Down’s scarp to a windswept southern plateau dissected by a mosaic of secluded river valleys, carpeted by flint, chalk,...
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An Ill Wind

It was an ill wind that blew us indoors, interrupted, as spring turned to summer. The season blooms through slow-motion downpours, panic-buying and...
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