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StoryRemembrance elz37 years 11 months ago
StoryHolding Hands With Number One gletherby107 years 11 months ago
StoryAddicted to . . . Love gletherby27 years 11 months ago
StoryBuzzed Off Bee398 years 1 month ago
StoryWhat Seems to be the Problem? Silver Spun Sand88 years 3 months ago
StoryOlder than Dad gletherby108 years 3 months ago
StoryOne truly exceptional bowel movement Jim Webster168 years 3 months ago
StorySurprises gletherby08 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Princess and the Mushy Peas gletherby58 years 4 months ago
StoryCanterbury Tales gletherby28 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Money Box Murder gletherby08 years 5 months ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee258 years 8 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby138 years 8 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 5 airyfairy48 years 8 months ago
StoryAway Match gletherby08 years 9 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand68 years 9 months ago
StoryLook Back In Ongar Paul Annon128 years 9 months ago
StoryPrivate Parts and Secret Places gletherby08 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Author Robert Levin39 years 8 months ago
StoryThank You For The Days gletherby09 years 8 months ago
StoryLet's Pretend it's the Ritz gletherby59 years 8 months ago
StorySense and Insensibility gletherby29 years 8 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Why was the girl at the railway station crying?

Why was the girl at the railway station crying? Maybe just a woman but not yet two decades old. Why was the girl at the railway station crying?...

Being Other

Expectation (on multiple levels), preparation, anticipation, expectation (joyful this time) once more. Loss, pain (lots of pain, the physical far...

If Big Ben Was a Dandelion Clock

If Big Ben was a dandelion clock, It wouldn’t go tick-tock. Or BONG, BONG, BONG. . . If Big Ben was a dandelion clock, How would we know when to...
Cherry

Relative Poverty | Reflecting on Childhood Experiences

I am, I accept, very privileged. I live in a well furnished and accessorised home that I can afford to keep warm in winter. I earn more than enough...

Enough

Not so secretly hoping we might make amends, This latest rebuke extinguishes any last vestiges of hope. I am finished if not completely silenced...

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