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StoryWomen of Small Histories Silver Spun Sand610 years 11 months ago
StoryFrom a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 11 months ago
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Story‘Coming Home’ Art of the Diver1210 years 11 months ago
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Storyeverything I once knew celticman710 years 11 months ago
StoryTHAT Feeling! jolono2110 years 11 months ago
StoryBoxers in Yellow Silver Spun Sand1010 years 11 months ago
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StoryLove and Adoration adbates310 years 11 months ago

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My stories

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...

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...

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...
Cherry

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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