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StoryThe Florrie and Jack Dialogues : The Write Stuff : (Episode 4) hilary west28 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 14 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 13 ) skinner_jennifer158 years 9 months ago
StoryBlossom Trees (Rhyme) well-wisher38 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Witches Came to Swindon skinner_jennifer178 years 9 months ago
StoryMayfly (Poetry Monthly) Deliberately Ev...38 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 12 ) skinner_jennifer158 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 11 ) skinner_jennifer198 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 10 ) skinner_jennifer218 years 9 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 9 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 9 months ago
StoryJigsaw 2 hilary west28 years 10 months ago
StoryAnxiety of School Years skinner_jennifer108 years 10 months ago
StoryThat Hamlet Girl Kilb5038 years 10 months ago
StoryGod Knows J.P. Oertel68 years 10 months ago
StoryPearl hilary west88 years 10 months ago
StoryWords skinner_jennifer128 years 10 months ago
StoryBreech of the Piss Bee178 years 10 months ago
StoryHow the film “Stand by Me” shows children are stronger than we think markihlogie28 years 11 months ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer128 years 11 months ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer128 years 11 months ago
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StoryStumpy Toddy (Wren) Rhiannonw88 years 11 months ago
StoryShe's A Nice Girl windrose18 years 11 months ago
StoryMUM skinner_jennifer168 years 11 months ago
StoryMountain Spectre skinner_jennifer218 years 11 months ago

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The Tea Room

The tea room was full as usual. It was 10 ‘o clock p.m.; just the right time to pick up. I usually went to their place but could use my own flat if...

A Jester's Face

My name is Jeanette Hooper. I am thirty-two years old and a single mother. My boy Aaron , who is seven, is missing. I’ve been through hell ever since...
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The Bangor Witch

Rather a bonny face really, not ugly at all, not for a witch that is. But really that’s what Mary Thorn was - a witch. She’d always known she was...
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The Cottage

I wasn’t sleeping very well. I had just moved in to an old Victorian cottage near Hexham in Northumberland. My picture framing business wasn’t doing...
Cherry

Christmas by the Sea

Moonbeams on the sea, Dredging soul-animals to the shore. A Magician's gift - the silver orb, the lapping water. And snowflakes disappearing on each...

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