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StoryStockholm archipelago Pat G1910 years 1 month ago
StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer1310 years 2 months ago
StoryREMEMBERING THE MOMENTS moonphish410 years 2 months ago
StoryDawn rayjones310 years 2 months ago
StorySmudge Stephen Thom910 years 2 months ago
StoryIn the Name of the Father... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 2 months ago
StoryL<o><o>K well-wisher1010 years 2 months ago
StoryDummy (Poetry monthly) Pat G1410 years 2 months ago
StoryOn my Daughter Learning to Ride Silver Spun Sand1210 years 2 months ago
StoryThree Courses rosaliekempthorne410 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Day It Arrived ( IP) jolono1710 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Ultimate Outcome (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 2 months ago
StoryNegative Spaces Vesper Holly410 years 2 months ago
StorySt Ives Bay skinner_jennifer610 years 2 months ago
StoryLoose Ends Bee1310 years 2 months ago
StoryDream - spine, monks, blossom, leaves seafret310 years 2 months ago
StoryLucas (part 1/2) Mark Say410 years 2 months ago
StorySaturday Night and Sunday Morning Silver Spun Sand810 years 2 months ago
StoryGlass Swans london_calling791510 years 2 months ago
StoryThe light. Weefatfella810 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Juice Ed Crane610 years 3 months ago
StoryD.P. Brimmy210 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Memory Collector EB2210 years 3 months ago
Story'soft asylum' haiku set seannelson310 years 3 months ago
StoryThe little white box love_writing1510 years 3 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Earth. Live. Neutral.

Earth I was good at rewiring plugs. It was one of the skills that I was admired for in my first job. Stan the man was the boss. He did the Stanley...
Gold cherry
Story of the week

My Mother and I aren't Talking and Other Tales.

Thank you all for feedback and comments- going to work on this for submission.
Cherry

The Stone Fish

You walk up the path that curves to the right. You can go either route but this one is your favourite. Here you can breathe in the gorse that smells...
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The Fraser Girls

Skin Colour Sour milk white, porridge like, plucked, mottled chicken breast, freckles, moles (some with hairs)pinkish, lobster red (on that visit to...

Marriage;

1. Getting married was their last hope. It wasn’t pink cheeked radiance and doe dew eyes like the flipped pages of a bridal magazine. The quiet...

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