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StoryLady of Angels - Part 3 rosaliekempthorne15 years 3 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne15 years 3 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne25 years 3 months ago
StoryWhite rosaliekempthorne55 years 3 months ago
StoryBlack rosaliekempthorne25 years 3 months ago
StoryBlue rosaliekempthorne35 years 4 months ago
StoryGreen rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago
StoryGrey rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago
StorySaffron rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago
StorySilver rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago
StoryRed rosaliekempthorne25 years 4 months ago
CollectionColours rosaliekempthorne05 years 4 months ago
StoryRe-Emergence rosaliekempthorne45 years 6 months ago
StoryQueen: For All the Long Days to Come rosaliekempthorne25 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Where You Are rosaliekempthorne25 years 6 months ago
StoryA Step in the Great Journey - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne25 years 11 months ago
Story A Step in the Great Journey - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne05 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Actress rosaliekempthorne25 years 11 months ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne26 years 5 days ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne16 years 6 days ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne56 years 3 months ago
StoryUnguarded Letters rosaliekempthorne06 years 3 months ago
StoryAlien Interviews rosaliekempthorne36 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

All About Luck (Part 1)

I almost didn't see it. Lucky, really, that I did. There was just that gold glint peeping out from beneath an old newspaper. The sun, at the right...

Perfect Penny

Perfect Penny. See how she struts her stuff On the dancefloor, On the kitchen floor. Her long legs entangled in yours; Silk on silk, silk on...
Cherry

Nithawene

He's here. At last. She's hidden in the attic of the great hall, pressed low amongst the grainstores, with her eyes pressed up to a gap between...
Gold cherry

The Buzzing in my Head

It's begun. I'm not sure if it's this that's awakened me, or some other noise or rhythm of the night. But I am awake, and I can hear it, working away...

Iron Moon

Each night she draws the iron moon; She sketches its face on the sky, In amongst the maelstrom of stars, hot gasses, galaxies. Each night, she takes...

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