PoppyS
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Posthumous Pen | PoppyS | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Cigarette | MelindaLit | 9 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Corset | PoppyS | 5 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Daddies and Sweets. | PoppyS | 9 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Wrath | rosaliekempthorne | 5 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Pride | rosaliekempthorne | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Apple Pie | PoppyS | 5 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Shoot The Line | PoppyS | 3 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Moorland | PoppyS | 4 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Oak Tree | hedgehog1 | 9 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Illiusions | PoppyS | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Secrets | PoppyS | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Summer Love | PoppyS | 3 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | A horse in a house | well-wisher | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Flotsam (Poetry Monthly) | london_calling79 | 5 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Summers Red Skirt Endings | PoppyS | 7 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | From a bus | Parson Thru | 8 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Yellow for my daughter | seashore | 35 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Invisible Child. | Ladylily | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
My stories
Paper Gymnasts
Do you remember the cherry blossoms scented on the bedroom floor. Lipstick slogans painted red against the sallow of your skin. A kiss that slips...
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- 477 reads
Posthumous Pen
We sit sharing your scotch and soul renouncing the new, none nobility who reside down the hall. You colour me a story, about art reflecting life...
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- 551 reads
The Corset
You knew the end was coming as you removed your corset and slipped beneath the pink nylon sheets. No words were spoken, neither did the world come...
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Shoot The Line
Inhaled crinkled brown paper bags. Straight cut ice filled with rage you chase it all to defeat the pain. Archaic providence like Lenin on his deadly...
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Apple Pie
I long to dip my feet just once more in that pleasure garden of life. To let them frolic about, peeping under the shadows of the lily leaves,...
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- 925 reads