Yutka

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Forum topicChinese Whispers by marandina tcook418 years 11 months ago
Forum topicSending Stories to mags - envelope size! pepsoid718 years 12 months ago
Forum topicSuggestion:Announce Your Own Writing Forum cc1618 years 12 months ago
Forum topicWhile I am waiting by Yutka maisie219 years 4 days ago
Forum topicA son is home for Christmas by Yutka tcook319 years 1 week ago
Forum topicGreat ABCTalers Anonymous4819 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicYutka Anonymous119 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicThe man on the train - Pepsoid lisa h419 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicThanks Anonymous419 years 2 months ago
Forum topici don't want u to read this anymore AliciaB319 years 2 months ago
Forum topicHaiku competition tcook1619 years 2 months ago
Forum topici'd love to ... ivoryfishbone719 years 3 months ago
Forum topicThe chicken at the door by Megan mykle1019 years 3 months ago
Forum topicSelbstportrait mit Kater by captainmcdan mykle1019 years 3 months ago
Forum topicArt Fart... by Lisa Hinsley pepsoid419 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHo hum... pepsoid3519 years 3 months ago
Forum topicSTOP ALL THIS NOW! Laura Callender2319 years 3 months ago
Forum topicOh Holy Night by Fergal mykle1919 years 3 months ago
Forum topicDidn't want to be a priest 2Lou619 years 3 months ago
Forum topicA Little Bit Lost Corvus1219 years 3 months ago
Forum topicFergals' 'Her Side of the Story' Jack Cade419 years 3 months ago
Forum topicLily Green and the Tree Fellers - RachelCoates Anonymous719 years 5 months ago
CollectionBlog rachelcoates119 years 5 months ago

Pages

My stories

Inebriating

I sometimes will ask the night to shut out the world or prevent the arrival of dawn, as I don’t want morning to come, for nothing decides it, not the moon, not the sun.

Song of the frog princess

...where I kiss you as frog and you call me a tease
Cherry

Punch

Mornings he is full of beans, eats egg and porridge for breakfast, sings a song, brushes off her jealousy, fools around with the cat, so that the postman who calls,

Once when I’m dead

I’d like to be a lamp

I'll float upon the blue

And carefree fish lead me to muted ways

Pages