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StoryCh18: Stolen May 31st lisa h119 years 10 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman229 years 11 months ago
StoryHappy 200th Birthday Eve MJG49 years 11 months ago
Blog entry Writing in the Digital Age, Saltwater and My Baby Shot Me Down Luke Neima79 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dog Problem The Other Terre...49 years 11 months ago
StoryCame the Spring Silver Spun Sand89 years 11 months ago
StoryAt Holcombe Beach (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand179 years 11 months ago
StoryNo silver lining TFH59 years 12 months ago
StoryThere harveyjoseph610 years 3 days ago
Storyschool photos 72 celticman2010 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entry04.04.14 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week Luke Neima110 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Revolution Has Not Yet Begun jolono1610 years 2 weeks ago
Blog entryInterview with Phil Klay, author of Redeployment Luke Neima510 years 2 weeks ago
StoryShibboleth... Silver Spun Sand810 years 2 weeks ago
Storyschool photos 71 celticman1410 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOut of the Mouths of Babes Bee2610 years 1 month ago
StoryMonochrome Starfish Girl2210 years 1 month ago
StoryMartha's Moved On blackjack-davey1810 years 1 month ago
StorySliding Doors Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryThe River is Everywhere chelseyflood410 years 1 month ago
StoryRaza's home visit MJG410 years 1 month ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat510 years 1 month ago
StoryHot Air Balloon Jambeadie810 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Graffiti Heart blighters rock1210 years 1 month ago
StoryOut of the Known Starfish Girl710 years 1 month ago

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My stories

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No Good News

Grey dawn with builder’s tea and buttered toast my computer eyes the dark world for sewer stories that stick like burrs. The woman who axes her...
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Summer's end

Rain hammers on windows before the hurricane. I fling open the wardrobe where summer still hangs; scented with perfume and sunscreen, translucent...
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Toad Spring 2018

The soil suddenly breathed as I forked a pale Hellebore into sodden earth. Almost riven through a spoon-backed, squat toad. Warty: blotched green-...
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The lover, the husband and the wife

Ava counted the two halves of the month in her mind, rocking them together like a cradle as Josh slid out of her. There was only a remote chance of...
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Story of the week

Condoms for Cornwall - a short monologue

Here’s the list. Now what do I need? Well not me. My gallumping son Dan, who's just passed his GCSEs. Him and the rest of his year are heading for...

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