Ossy Gobbiner

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StoryFifteen Chapter 1 (part3) Ossy Gobbiner26 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFifteen Chapter 1 (part2) Ossy Gobbiner16 years 4 weeks ago
StoryFifteen . Chapter 1 (part1) Ossy Gobbiner16 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe Angel of Dilly Moor Ossy Gobbiner26 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Lump Ossy Gobbiner08 years 3 weeks ago
StoryEmbracing Solitude skinner_jennifer158 years 6 months ago
StoryOne More Stone Lad Ossy Gobbiner48 years 9 months ago
StoryInquisitive Messenger Ossy Gobbiner08 years 9 months ago
StoryUncle Amos Silver Spun Sand108 years 9 months ago
StoryFester Ossy Gobbiner08 years 10 months ago
StorySprings Sweet Illumination Ossy Gobbiner18 years 11 months ago
StoryShadows on the Stairs Ossy Gobbiner29 years 4 weeks ago
StorySoul’s Reflection Ossy Gobbiner09 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Treacle Tart War Ossy Gobbiner19 years 6 months ago
StoryJourney of the Whisky Spinner Ossy Gobbiner09 years 7 months ago
StoryPapaw's Passing randy-johnson29 years 8 months ago
StoryDid I Tell You ? Ossy Gobbiner119 years 8 months ago
StoryOwd Andree miser of the Grane Ossy Gobbiner29 years 8 months ago
StorySkennin Tom Races Whippet Ossy Gobbiner39 years 8 months ago
Storya poem for misanthropes seannelson19 years 8 months ago
StoryWhisper Ossy Gobbiner19 years 8 months ago
StoryWalt's Back Garden 1999 Ossy Gobbiner09 years 8 months ago
StorySilence Ossy Gobbiner59 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Rose of Madge Lumb Ossy Gobbiner29 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Grane Bonsai Tree Ossy Gobbiner59 years 8 months ago

My stories

Fifteen Chapter 1 (part3)

“What are you two up to; I bet its mischief or similar knowing you Nellie Holden, the two of you buzzing up and down the shop like proper Queen Bees...
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Fifteen Chapter 1 (part2)

“Come on Doris lets catch our breath before the next rush is upon us” The shop was quiet for a brief moment and Nellie loved to chinwag about local...

Fifteen . Chapter 1 (part1)

Chapter One (part 1): One a Penny Does she gaze overwhelmed into my eyes, does she long to understand the complexities of my soul or does she simply...

The Angel of Dilly Moor

The Angel of Dilly Moor The moor stands hushed, motionless, unnoticed Mist gathers then touches gentle upon my weary skin Blackened shale tiptoes...

The Lump

He exists within this tedious space of nicotine saturated woodchip Year after Year he watched the crumbling paint spin Drunken flakes within the...

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