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StoryYou See... Mr._Write411 years 1 week ago
StoryBible John celticman1311 years 1 week ago
StoryCravings (One) love_writing311 years 1 week ago
StoryCravings (Two) love_writing811 years 1 week ago
StoryA Flake of Your Life Starfish Girl1011 years 1 week ago
StoryRazor wire Pat G811 years 1 week ago
StoryStorm of Colours (Science poem) well-wisher111 years 1 week ago
StoryLace Wings Bee2111 years 1 week ago
StoryWhile you were sleeping Sarah Allatt511 years 1 week ago
Story‘Some Days’ Art of the Diver611 years 1 week ago
StoryCounting the Hours Bee2311 years 1 week ago
Storybreakdown JupiterMoon411 years 1 week ago
Blog entryBee's Journey Bee1211 years 1 week ago
StoryA Medal! Bee2311 years 1 week ago
StorySymmetry Bee2111 years 1 week ago
StoryWool Philip Sidney1611 years 1 week ago
StoryGood Grief EB1311 years 1 week ago
StoryDaddy's Girl Richard Dobbs711 years 1 week ago
Blog entry88%! insertponceyfre...1211 years 1 week ago
StorySixteen Jewel Serpent811 years 2 weeks ago
StorySilent Chaos va-nessa211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBerkeley (The Californian Tragedy) threeleafshamrock1711 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFuture Imperfect Silver Spun Sand611 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEmpty blighters rock1011 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfor all the childless fathers JupiterMoon411 years 2 weeks ago

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Gold cherry

The First Step

I remember the day I filled the car full. Full of all the things I thought he’d need; his baby walker, Moses basket, far too many clothes, stacks of...
Gold cherry

Oot ma heid

Thanks everyone for all kind comments- this piece is off for submission now. :)
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’...

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