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Storyblack dwarf JupiterMoon29 years 11 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (6) rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (5) rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (4) rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (2) rosaliekempthorne39 years 11 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (1) rosaliekempthorne39 years 11 months ago
CollectionJust Past Three in the Morning rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: Some Words About my Father rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: That Night around the Bonfire rosaliekempthorne29 years 12 months ago
StoryDad's at Home hudsonmoon79 years 12 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 4) rosaliekempthorne210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 3) rosaliekempthorne110 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 2) rosaliekempthorne210 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 1) rosaliekempthorne110 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionAll About Luck rosaliekempthorne010 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPerfect Penny rosaliekempthorne110 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNithawene rosaliekempthorne410 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Buzzing in my Head rosaliekempthorne510 years 1 month ago
StoryHAL 2104 and Dave. Hal 2104310 years 1 month ago
StoryIron Moon rosaliekempthorne410 years 1 month ago
StoryWe Blink Ewan210 years 2 months ago
StoryStory rosaliekempthorne110 years 3 months ago
StoryPrivate Darkness rosaliekempthorne010 years 3 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: Some Words About my Mother. rosaliekempthorne110 years 3 months ago
StoryChains rosaliekempthorne010 years 3 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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