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StoryRemembrance elz39 years 11 months ago
StoryHolding Hands With Number One gletherby109 years 11 months ago
StoryAddicted to . . . Love gletherby29 years 11 months ago
StoryBuzzed Off Bee3410 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat Seems to be the Problem? Silver Spun Sand810 years 3 months ago
StoryOlder than Dad gletherby1010 years 3 months ago
StoryOne truly exceptional bowel movement Jim Webster1610 years 3 months ago
StorySurprises gletherby010 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Princess and the Mushy Peas gletherby510 years 4 months ago
StoryCanterbury Tales gletherby210 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Money Box Murder gletherby010 years 5 months ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee2510 years 8 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby1310 years 9 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 5 airyfairy410 years 9 months ago
StoryAway Match gletherby010 years 9 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand610 years 9 months ago
StoryLook Back In Ongar Paul Annon1210 years 9 months ago
StoryPrivate Parts and Secret Places gletherby010 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Author Robert Levin311 years 8 months ago
StoryThank You For The Days gletherby011 years 8 months ago
StoryLet's Pretend it's the Ritz gletherby511 years 8 months ago
StorySense and Insensibility gletherby211 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Ladder

Yesterday I bought a ladder, Today I paint it blue. Onlookers jostle to crowd around, For of course they want one too. ‘This ladder is all that you...
Cherry

'Smile, it might never happen'.

What follows is a short piece of fiction which, like many such writings, is based on something that happened to me (many years ago). I’ve written...
Cherry

A Life Well Lived

Taking a few cooling sips from her water bottle the funeral celebrant wipes the perspiration from her face. Her nervousness stems both from the...
Cherry

Puked On and P***ed Off

I’ve travelled on a train with a companion rather ‘worse for wear’ myself. He was bigger than me and thus hard to handle and so I felt some sympathy...

The Strawberry Pickers

Moving as one they stand and stretch, arching their backs against the stiffness. The younger woman, stoops again to stack the other’s crates on top...

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