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StoryDrops of History aech910 years 6 months ago
StorySong from York Reading - February 2013 (Poetry Monthly) hudsonmoon1510 years 6 months ago
StoryFly like Superman love_writing1310 years 6 months ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand2110 years 6 months ago
StoryNothing Concrete monodemo510 years 6 months ago
StoryIn ver ness (Poetry Monthly) love_writing910 years 6 months ago
StoryMental Cruelty Deliberately Ev...1210 years 6 months ago
StoryEasy Tiger. celticman1710 years 6 months ago
StoryBreasts Bee4110 years 6 months ago
StoryLittle EB1710 years 7 months ago
StoryAmbush celticman610 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Problem with Peyote love_writing1710 years 7 months ago
StoryA Mother's Love OliviaStJames210 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Interviews love_writing010 years 7 months ago
StoryIt's Only Me, Mrs. Jenkins Silver Spun Sand610 years 7 months ago
StoryPoet to his Muse Silver Spun Sand1210 years 7 months ago
StorySynchronicity iris210 years 7 months ago
StoryTIME AND DISTANCE moonphish210 years 7 months ago
StoryListen EB1510 years 7 months ago
StoryClocking In EB1310 years 7 months ago
StoryCome October Silver Spun Sand1610 years 7 months ago
StoryWhy Does it Always Rain at Funerals? (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 8 months ago
StoryIf I Was To Leave This World Ben Bryant210 years 8 months ago
StoryStockholm archipelago Pat G1910 years 8 months ago
StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer1310 years 8 months ago

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Exercise in Style in Four Ways

Innocence He looks funny, like a dwarf, or a midget (don’t tell mum; I’m not allowed to use those words). But yes, like he should be in a circus! He...
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i am the woman who

I am the woman who was thrown into the hall. I am the woman whose trust was broken. I am the woman who forgave and forgave because love meant more. I...
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Yellow Ribbons

Yellow ribbons . The school was at the end of a lane which ran from our house past the football pitch and the risen mounds of grass which we would...

Fragments

He walked uphill, taking a bite of a floppy brown sandwich recalling the time she had balanced eggs on the roof of the car. Go first Sir, she’d said...
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Story of the week

The Oil Refinery

Thanks all for feedback this is getting sent for submission now :)
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