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Storyblack dwarf JupiterMoon210 years 1 month ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (6) rosaliekempthorne010 years 1 month ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (5) rosaliekempthorne010 years 1 month ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (4) rosaliekempthorne010 years 1 month ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (2) rosaliekempthorne310 years 1 month ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (1) rosaliekempthorne310 years 1 month ago
CollectionJust Past Three in the Morning rosaliekempthorne010 years 1 month ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: Some Words About my Father rosaliekempthorne010 years 2 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: That Night around the Bonfire rosaliekempthorne210 years 2 months ago
StoryDad's at Home hudsonmoon710 years 2 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 4) rosaliekempthorne210 years 2 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 3) rosaliekempthorne110 years 2 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 2) rosaliekempthorne210 years 2 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 1) rosaliekempthorne110 years 2 months ago
CollectionAll About Luck rosaliekempthorne010 years 2 months ago
StoryPerfect Penny rosaliekempthorne110 years 3 months ago
StoryNithawene rosaliekempthorne410 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Buzzing in my Head rosaliekempthorne510 years 3 months ago
StoryHAL 2104 and Dave. Hal 2104310 years 3 months ago
StoryIron Moon rosaliekempthorne410 years 3 months ago
StoryWe Blink Ewan210 years 4 months ago
StoryStory rosaliekempthorne110 years 5 months ago
StoryPrivate Darkness rosaliekempthorne010 years 5 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: Some Words About my Mother. rosaliekempthorne110 years 5 months ago
StoryChains rosaliekempthorne010 years 5 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Fire-Touched Magenta

Soft hands, Your hands, The remembered touch is carried in skin; Old-fashioned fire in the fireplace, Turns the colour of the quilt into something...
Gold cherry

Fire Engine Red

Cacophony. It never ends. Whirring, whirring, louder, louder, Screeching. Scrawling. An arrowhead of sound, really, Fired down the street, Straight,...

Bright Yellow

Who are you, yellow roof? In amidst this tumble of greys and browns and ochres. Are you meant to be the sunshine? A pot of gold? A wedge of cheese?...
Gold cherry
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Bobby-Joe-George

I look out my window. I sit in the window seat and gaze down over the pavement. Five storeys up and it’s hard to see if there is moss growing in any...
Cherry

Red Roof on Rumble

I can see my other house from here. Or at least I can see the tip of it, the sharp tooth of red colour-steel cutting a chunk out of blue sky. A...

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