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StoryLady of Angels - Part 4 rosaliekempthorne28 years 9 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 3 rosaliekempthorne18 years 9 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne18 years 10 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryWhite rosaliekempthorne58 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryBlue rosaliekempthorne38 years 10 months ago
StoryGreen rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryGrey rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StorySaffron rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StorySilver rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryRed rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
CollectionColours rosaliekempthorne08 years 10 months ago
StoryRe-Emergence rosaliekempthorne49 years 1 week ago
StoryQueen: For All the Long Days to Come rosaliekempthorne29 years 2 weeks ago
StorySpring Where You Are rosaliekempthorne29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Step in the Great Journey - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne29 years 5 months ago
Story A Step in the Great Journey - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne09 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Actress rosaliekempthorne29 years 6 months ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne29 years 6 months ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne19 years 6 months ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne59 years 9 months ago
StoryUnguarded Letters rosaliekempthorne09 years 9 months ago
StoryAlien Interviews rosaliekempthorne39 years 10 months ago

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My stories

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Summers at the Beach House (Part 3 of 3)

I met Duggan the next year. I was thirteen and so was he. I’d been dreading the holiday, almost to the point of uncontrollable anxiety. What if it...
Cherry

Summers at the Beach House (Part 2 of 3)

Funny. Life. Somehow it went on. I was nine when we went back there. I was looking forward to it. I was thinking about the beach, and barbecues, the...
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Summers at the Beach House (Part 1 of 3)

We go there every year. Me and my family. And it’s a great place, all but lost in a thickness of jungle; the dirt road leading up to it all overgrown...

Wish You Were Here

Geoffrey calls me from the road. Background noises suggest trouble: some horns honking, some voices raised, a clatter of maybe hailstones against the...
Gold cherry

Margot (Part 2 of 2)

That oak. If there’s an image that could be the emblem of our shared childhood, that tree would be the thing. I remember when we moved to that house...

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