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StoryREMEMBERING THE MOMENTS moonphish48 years 7 months ago
StoryDawn rayjones38 years 7 months ago
StorySmudge Stephen Thom98 years 7 months ago
StoryIn the Name of the Father... Silver Spun Sand108 years 7 months ago
StoryL<o><o>K well-wisher108 years 7 months ago
StoryDummy (Poetry monthly) Pat G148 years 7 months ago
StoryOn my Daughter Learning to Ride Silver Spun Sand128 years 7 months ago
StoryThree Courses rosaliekempthorne48 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Day It Arrived ( IP) jolono178 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Ultimate Outcome (IP) Rhiannonw108 years 7 months ago
StoryNegative Spaces Vesper Holly48 years 8 months ago
StorySt Ives Bay skinner_jennifer68 years 8 months ago
StoryLoose Ends Bee138 years 8 months ago
StoryDream - spine, monks, blossom, leaves seafret38 years 8 months ago
StoryLucas (part 1/2) Mark Say48 years 8 months ago
StorySaturday Night and Sunday Morning Silver Spun Sand88 years 8 months ago
StoryGlass Swans london_calling79158 years 8 months ago
StoryThe light. Weefatfella88 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Juice Ed Crane68 years 8 months ago
StoryD.P. Brimmy28 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Memory Collector EB228 years 8 months ago
Story'soft asylum' haiku set seannelson38 years 8 months ago
StoryThe little white box love_writing158 years 8 months ago
Story'Why Ever Not' Art of the Diver188 years 8 months ago
StoryTwo Years Bee158 years 8 months ago

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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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Cherry

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...
Cherry

A familiar through-line

From the outside we looked like a normal family. We lived in an area that local kids called Spam Valley and Corn-beef Canyon because they thought we...

Barnaby

Barnaby came over from Australia with my grandparents when I was around eight. I wondered if he understood me when I said hello as he didn’t say...

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