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StoryGuy Fawkes Days and Nights to Remember Ed Crane117 years 3 months ago
StoryNon Capisco luigi_pagano87 years 3 months ago
StoryGenocide PoppyS57 years 3 months ago
StoryDogs of War PoppyS37 years 3 months ago
Blog entryJohn Lewis-Stempel (2016) Where Poppies Blow. The British Soldier, Nature, The Great War. celticman27 years 3 months ago
StoryFriendship can be a Foe smokejack57 years 3 months ago
StorySENTIMENTAL JOURNEY Linda Wigzell Cress117 years 3 months ago
StoryOnion Moon PoppyS27 years 3 months ago
StoryDoing Nothing All Day Cilla Shiels47 years 3 months ago
Storyi am the woman who love_writing47 years 3 months ago
StoryBusiness Man Abroad PoppyS07 years 3 months ago
StoryTail-end Parson Thru357 years 3 months ago
StoryWMD celticman157 years 3 months ago
StoryChristmas PoppyS67 years 3 months ago
StoryCharlie's Going Home Ed Crane207 years 3 months ago
Storysometimes maggyvaneijk137 years 3 months ago
Story3 Animals Prediction trick I thought of well-wisher27 years 3 months ago
Story6. All and Sundry Stories Ewan57 years 3 months ago
StoryBroken PoppyS87 years 3 months ago
StoryButterfly shoe67 years 3 months ago
StoryCome into the warmth Parson Thru107 years 3 months ago
StoryTo a friend Parson Thru57 years 3 months ago
StoryWhy was the girl at the railway station crying? gletherby67 years 3 months ago
StoryHome Alone PoppyS87 years 3 months ago
Forum topicNo Comments. PoppyS47 years 3 months ago

My stories

Dinner for Two

We climbed the stairs clutching our cans of lager and freshly cooked chips, the heat from the chips mixing with the heavy evening air. I could feel...
Cherry

Aria

S ilken fingers flow into mine tender hands caress my cheek your mesmerising voice drifts across my senses as raindrops cling to summer’s ripened...

Postcards

Who taught you that to ignore is worth a merit badge shiny bright and blue. I have watched people falling apart – hitting the floor their saliva...

New Beginnings.

The scent of the lilac, rubbing shoulders with the apple mint and golden thyme before arrives, the late of summers days. With the bowed boughs, of...

Live Before You Die

So sick at this parody of myself pushed into angles that don’t conform to me at all. There’s a space in my mind where the sign reads 'Reserved...

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