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StoryTwo Years Bee1510 years 1 month ago
Story"Get Ready To Play. It's..." ( Poetry Monthly) jolono2210 years 1 month ago
StoryAs I Write Bee2010 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Glass Cutter hudsonmoon1510 years 2 months ago
StoryAmy Amy Amy london_calling791810 years 2 months ago
StoryAll is fair in Love and War Foxy_StoneFox110 years 2 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby1310 years 2 months ago
StoryOur Neil london_calling79410 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lonely Place Bee2210 years 2 months ago
StoryRed Kite lenchenelf610 years 2 months ago
StoryAn Ode to the Summer Tourist hudsonmoon1010 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Poetry of Porcelain Silver Spun Sand3710 years 2 months ago
Blog entryStory, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week VeraClark310 years 2 months ago
StoryImminent Eloquence210 years 2 months ago
StorySisters Are Angels mcscraic110 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Lost (last) thoughts of Christopher Rabbit Seahorse110 years 2 months ago
StoryWish Bee3110 years 2 months ago
Story'Brave' Art of the Diver1810 years 2 months ago
Storylittle Hiroshima in my head celticman1010 years 2 months ago
Story‘The Damage We Do’ Art of the Diver610 years 2 months ago
StoryI Believe in Unicorns Silver Spun Sand1310 years 2 months ago
StoryGetting personal Pat G810 years 2 months ago
StoryAbyss Parson Thru1310 years 2 months ago
StoryKite EB1410 years 2 months ago
StoryLast Request EB1710 years 2 months ago

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My stories

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...
Cherry

A bed

A bed’s being dragged across the sky for a better sea view of the twinkle fairies flickering and the sailors whispering of where you’d been and with...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Auchtertyre

Snow crunches underfoot wellington tracks dance out before me a patchwork blanket of ice sits snug as the sun shines on marshmallow mountains I...

Ash

When she came back she said I looked like a marble tomb covered in ash hiding the skeletal remains – post apocalypse everything about me was muted;...
Cherry

The Waiting Room

He spread the food out over the duvet trying to make up for it. I remember the smell of acrid vinegar from the jar of crinkle sliced beetroot that he...

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