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StoryThe Ties that Divide Silver Spun Sand108 years 10 months ago
StoryLove and Adoration adbates38 years 10 months ago
StoryYou See... Mr._Write48 years 10 months ago
StoryBible John celticman138 years 10 months ago
StoryCravings (One) love_writing38 years 10 months ago
StoryCravings (Two) love_writing88 years 10 months ago
StoryA Flake of Your Life Starfish Girl108 years 10 months ago
StoryRazor wire Pat G88 years 10 months ago
StoryStorm of Colours (Science poem) well-wisher18 years 10 months ago
StoryLace Wings Bee238 years 10 months ago
StoryWhile you were sleeping Sarah Allatt58 years 10 months ago
Story‘Some Days’ Art of the Diver68 years 10 months ago
StoryCounting the Hours Bee238 years 10 months ago
Storybreakdown JupiterMoon48 years 10 months ago
Blog entryBee's Journey Bee128 years 10 months ago
StoryA Medal! Bee238 years 10 months ago
StorySymmetry Bee218 years 10 months ago
StoryWool Philip Sidney168 years 10 months ago
StoryGood Grief EB138 years 10 months ago
StoryDaddy's Girl Richard Dobbs78 years 10 months ago
Blog entry88%! Insertponceyfre...128 years 10 months ago
StorySixteen Jewel Serpent88 years 10 months ago
StorySilent Chaos va-nessa28 years 10 months ago
StoryBerkeley (The Californian Tragedy) threeleafshamrock178 years 10 months ago
StoryFuture Imperfect Silver Spun Sand68 years 10 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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