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StoryDancing smoke love_writing311 years 3 months ago
StoryInner child love_writing211 years 3 months ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock1611 years 3 months ago
StoryThree floors up, on a Sunday night love_writing511 years 4 months ago
StoryAunts and Uncles ( Part 1) jolono2411 years 4 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 6 months ago
StoryNew Year's Revolutions Bee2211 years 6 months ago
StoryI sip my flat white. love_writing211 years 6 months ago
StoryOpaque sky love_writing411 years 6 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 8 months ago
StoryA Grave love_writing211 years 8 months ago
StoryFossil Grove love_writing012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Non- Conformist love_writing012 years 3 months ago

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I sip my flat white.

And there, and there, and there… Going to face your judgement the priest said. I am the Life I flipped the kneeling stool up Peace to you Hymn 79,...
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Cherry

New Year Text Message

I received a text today from someone unknown. The message did not download from the sender . But the date said 01/01/1970. Four years before I was...

Opaque sky

There was some sort of hope in the sky behind the opaque grey; light shone like a torch through tracing paper. A thin needle cut through the grey...
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Birth meets death

Swallow it down, throat expands like a snake. Swollen mound; free floating in a sack, the moving dead turning, twisting; pretending. Fingers and toes...

Black Bag

Once it was filled with the finest Norwegian chocolate sometimes white, sometimes nutty. It came home every second Friday night, stuffed with...

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