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StoryMeditation skinner_jennifer1310 years 4 days ago
StoryREMEMBERING THE MOMENTS moonphish410 years 1 week ago
StoryDawn rayjones310 years 1 week ago
StorySmudge Stephen Thom910 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIn the Name of the Father... Silver Spun Sand1010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryL<o><o>K well-wisher1010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDummy (Poetry monthly) Pat G1410 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOn my Daughter Learning to Ride Silver Spun Sand1210 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThree Courses rosaliekempthorne410 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Day It Arrived ( IP) jolono1710 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Ultimate Outcome (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNegative Spaces Vesper Holly410 years 3 weeks ago
StorySt Ives Bay skinner_jennifer610 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLoose Ends Bee1310 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDream - spine, monks, blossom, leaves seafret310 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLucas (part 1/2) Mark Say410 years 4 weeks ago
StorySaturday Night and Sunday Morning Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryGlass Swans london_calling791510 years 1 month ago
StoryThe light. Weefatfella810 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Juice Ed Crane610 years 1 month ago
StoryD.P. Brimmy210 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Memory Collector EB2210 years 1 month ago
Story'soft asylum' haiku set seannelson310 years 1 month ago
StoryThe little white box love_writing1510 years 1 month ago
Story'Why Ever Not' Art of the Diver1810 years 1 month ago

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My stories

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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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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...

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