Deliberately Evolving

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StoryThis is the world we live in: Truth42229 years 1 week ago
Story'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand129 years 1 week ago
StoryFlew a Bird catherine poarch129 years 1 week ago
StoryAnother Friday Parson Thru19 years 1 week ago
Story'Just One of those Things' Silver Spun Sand119 years 1 week ago
StoryDistance kramz49 years 1 week ago
StoryAftermath Silver Spun Sand109 years 1 week ago
StoryDeeper Parson Thru59 years 1 week ago
Story‘Blowing hot and cold’ (IP) Rhiannonw89 years 1 week ago
StoryGarbage Ed Crane149 years 1 week ago
StoryLOVE WOULD PASS AWAY moonphish49 years 1 week ago
StoryScream Deliberately Ev...99 years 1 week ago
StoryAn Immaculate Deception luigi_pagano49 years 1 week ago
StoryGwaun* valley (Pembrokeshire) in May Rhiannonw109 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Birds and the Bees Silver Spun Sand149 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee519 years 1 week ago
StoryWhat Am I? jolono129 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano179 years 2 weeks ago
Story'Origami' (part one) Art of the Diver49 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBig Bee199 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWhile you were sleeping Sarah Allatt59 years 3 weeks ago
Story‘Some Days’ Art of the Diver69 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCounting the Hours Bee239 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Medal! Bee239 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAll As I Watched Bee129 years 3 weeks ago

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