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StoryDancing smoke love_writing311 years 2 months ago
StoryInner child love_writing211 years 2 months ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock1611 years 3 months ago
StoryThree floors up, on a Sunday night love_writing511 years 3 months ago
StoryAunts and Uncles ( Part 1) jolono2411 years 3 months ago
StoryIn Cherry Blossom Time Sooz0061211 years 4 months ago
StorySacrelicious london_calling791911 years 4 months ago
StoryMoon Day Mirage love_writing011 years 5 months ago
StorySnow of silence love_writing211 years 5 months ago
StoryChildhood stories love_writing1111 years 5 months ago
StoryLittle bird love_writing211 years 5 months ago
StoryDark Ages Bee1711 years 5 months ago
StoryNew Year's Revolutions Bee2211 years 5 months ago
StoryI sip my flat white. love_writing211 years 5 months ago
StoryOpaque sky love_writing411 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Big Day forest_for_ever711 years 6 months ago
StoryBirth meets death love_writing211 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Mother Myself Silver Spun Sand1211 years 7 months ago
StoryFeeling fragile love_writing211 years 7 months ago
StoryLove the world love_writing211 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Hidden Heart love_writing011 years 7 months ago
StoryThat house love_writing011 years 7 months ago
StoryA Grave love_writing211 years 8 months ago
StoryFossil Grove love_writing012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Non- Conformist love_writing012 years 2 months ago

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My stories

Three floors up, on a Sunday night

In the last hour of daylight before the curtains are drawn I look at the white haired man in the tenement flat opposite, slouched in his usual chair...

Moon Day Mirage

Together I saw you; your moon face faint like a sugar dusted stencil on the Skye blue sky. Your sunshine shattered yet spliced through the woods; not...

Snow of silence

Snow like ash burning paper fragments; wispy, floating to nothing. Snow drops of silence; stars falling, surrounding consuming, coming to rest.
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Cherry

Childhood stories

On visits to Grannie’s little end terraced house, my sisters and I would sit at the table and listen to her stories about Rupert the Bear. There...
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Little bird

Your little round tummy full, plump and white your head never still, always on the look out your matchstick legs; balanced and strong you are...

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