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StoryOut Of Focus harveyjoseph29 years 12 months ago
StoryI found this story in the street Terrence Oblong710 years 21 hours ago
StoryNo Angels Silver Spun Sand410 years 2 days ago
StoryRows of Dwindling Crowds J. A. Stapleton310 years 4 days ago
StoryPup's pup london_calling79710 years 6 days ago
Storythe freckles on your shoulder h_v_h410 years 6 days ago
StoryThe makings of a thief love_writing710 years 6 days ago
StoryA stranger who wants me to call him dad pumadelta410 years 1 week ago
Storymen vs women alphadog1210 years 1 week ago
StoryOn Losing a Lake socialeaf910 years 1 week ago
StoryJourneys Through Space deancedwards310 years 1 week ago
StoryA Pillock's Castle (2) airyfairy110 years 1 week ago
StoryMontage of my sons. IP london_calling791310 years 1 week ago
StoryChapter 1 stasiana210 years 1 week ago
StoryNo entry denni1710 years 1 week ago
StoryBuggered if I Know. Dan Ryder510 years 1 week ago
StoryDevice EB610 years 1 week ago
Storywerewolf blues haiku set seannelson310 years 1 week ago
StoryThe big Malky celticman1310 years 1 week ago
Storya walk from the pier h_v_h610 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStories From My Dad jxmartin210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMeeting the Buddha on the Road (1st draft) Clerk410 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe first train love_writing310 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBlack Bag love_writing010 years 1 month ago
StoryCharlotte randy-johnson210 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Barley, growing in a field.

Tree’s rustle their leaves like water running downstream…listen then glance up; boundless blue sky laced with thin clouds push your legs round to...
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Your own kind

You could tell she was a young thing springy legs and all that; curious, confident, didn’t give a damn I shooed her with my scarf then an empty...
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Dust

I sit on the grassy hill- halfway up, tall trees’ seem to wriggle their leaves at me as wetness seeps through from the dead cut grass; a soiled pull-...
Cherry

Two Days (re-write)

( I've rewritten this, the first part - hopefully it works better!) ‘Get the baby’s bottle!’ Kathleen’s Ma screamed. ‘Quick it’s on the mantelpiece...

The makings of a thief

Trying a bit of flash fiction..200 words. Money was missing, he knew it must be her; he’d been watching. He said it would be her last shift but she...

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