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StoryThis Side Up Silver Spun Sand1516 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Lonely night pmasterkim216 years 2 months ago
StoryPregnant Thoughts windowguy216 years 2 months ago
StoryMr. Woggle’s Tales- Monty’s Big Day GerryBJ516 years 2 months ago
Forum topicUsing ABCtales to be cruel, argue or mock others. onemorething1416 years 2 months ago
StoryThree Postings! threeleafshamrock1116 years 2 months ago
StorySticks and Stones - Beginnings Kipper216 years 2 months ago
StoryAct 1 Scene 1 MidnightRose_Xx216 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Bleed As You Stutter alang216 years 2 months ago
StoryHaiku 2- Winter Yazmin316 years 2 months ago
Forum topicAlternative IPOW: 13 ABCtalesMag216 years 2 months ago
StoryMiddle England ralph316 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Situation is... Ewan416 years 2 months ago
StoryMore Beautiful windowguy116 years 2 months ago
StoryOde to Sunday windowguy416 years 2 months ago
Storyzz.Scene 3 Leleanor116 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Life of a Leaf windowguy516 years 2 months ago
StoryX-CITER OF MY SOUL alp116 years 2 months ago
StoryOut of the picture gristo616 years 2 months ago
StoryEver So Slightly Mad Silver Spun Sand916 years 2 months ago
StoryHappy Hens Teri West216 years 2 months ago
StoryMemoirs luigi_pagano716 years 2 months ago
StoryKiss Away The Tears windowguy116 years 2 months ago
StoryA Quiet Drink in Mobile Ewan316 years 2 months ago
StoryI have not moved my mouth span716 years 2 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

July

Inspired by Ewan's 'September' - the title and the wistful quality of which is all-absorbing!

Barcelona

Barcelona (5th August 2008, 1.15am) My head is spinning, are my eyes sparkling on fire? - too much Sangria and a heart dancing on a livewire to the Mediterranean sounds of La Rambla by night;
Cherry

Sweat and Tears (but thankfully no Blood)

Inspiration point...sport...phew! I can feel the adrenalin just writing down the memory...

Tuesday Blues

Tuesday Blues (22nd July 2008, 12.17pm) The view outside is misted, veiled as eyes through tulle; my heart, clouded and full, gazes out across the city, unsure of her next move.

Poet's Progress

Poet’s Progress (10th July 2008, 1.28pm) The page is full, the lines completed, black where there should be white, words jostling each other for space, unable to breathe free and move;

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