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StoryThe Old House By The Sea Kilb50146 years 6 months ago
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StorySolstice Philip Sidney166 years 6 months ago
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StoryWomen of Small Histories Silver Spun Sand66 years 6 months ago
StoryFrom a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand126 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee516 years 6 months ago
Story‘Coming Home’ Art of the Diver126 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Letting Go Silver Spun Sand146 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Interview john_silver86 years 6 months ago
Story(dis)Honesty Parson Thru96 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Tightrope london_calling7996 years 6 months ago
StoryBoy Blue (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand66 years 6 months ago
StoryA Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano176 years 6 months ago
StoryLoathsome (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney306 years 6 months ago
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Storyeverything I once knew celticman76 years 6 months ago
StoryTHAT Feeling! jolono216 years 6 months ago
StoryBoxers in Yellow Silver Spun Sand106 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Ties that Divide Silver Spun Sand106 years 6 months ago
StoryLove and Adoration adbates36 years 6 months ago
StoryYou See... Mr._Write46 years 6 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Twice you have painted a lighthouse.

Let us start with the second time, the time that you mixed paint as slick and as thick as butter, your palette knife smoothing, scooping, sweeping...

Shut it (and other words)

Ever felt like you’ve been punched by words like your father, mother, brother, you’re whoever- who once spoke harsh to you in the past stood right...
Cherry

Mother, mirror, daughter

Hurts everyday conversation, half the time- yes no whilst staring at the T.V hardly ever eats her dinner everything is left at her backside- but she’...
Cherry

Maid of Honour

Flash 200 words
Cherry

The Station

The Station Platform 1 He sweeps the dimpled concrete with a brush that bristles up at its ends like curled fuse wire. There’s not much to clean up...

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