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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Standing | Bee | 9 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Positive Thinking | Bee | 25 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Old House By The Sea | Kilb50 | 14 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Garbage | Ed Crane | 14 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Down the Track | markle | 6 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Scream | Deliberately Ev... | 9 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Old Taiwan Homestead | socialeaf | 7 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Solstice | Philip Sidney | 15 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | OUT OF FRUSTRATION | Yashvardhan | 1 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Women of Small Histories | Silver Spun Sand | 6 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | From a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly) | Silver Spun Sand | 12 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Waiting Room | Bee | 51 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | ‘Coming Home’ | Art of the Diver | 12 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Letting Go | Silver Spun Sand | 14 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Interview | john_silver | 8 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Tightrope | london_calling79 | 9 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Boy Blue (Poetry Monthly) | Silver Spun Sand | 6 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | A Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) | luigi_pagano | 17 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Loathsome (Poetry Monthly) | Philip Sidney | 26 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Blog entry | He's Done It!!!!! | insertponceyfre... | 10 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | everything I once knew | celticman | 7 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | THAT Feeling! | jolono | 21 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Boxers in Yellow | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The Ties that Divide | Silver Spun Sand | 10 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Love and Adoration | adbates | 3 | 11 years 1 month ago |
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My stories
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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The Red Leaf
There is one red leaf on the tree hanging like an open mouth whilst a pea-green one is on the verge of growing up into yellow Tinkling’s of rain...
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Fake
The fake tree does not need looking after. It stands a little askew reminding me it’ll never change. No leaves will wilt, colour, fall, or grow. It’s...
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Eriksay
I wished to write ‘An ode to you’ – no, too thoughtless too common those words never reached the screen and I wonder if they reached you as I tried...
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The Step Back
What made me do it, made me leave that day? The tipping point came one night I’d asked him not to go to football training, could he come home after...
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