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StoryThe Florrie and Jack Dialogues : The Write Stuff : (Episode 4) hilary west28 years 11 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 14 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 11 months ago
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StoryBlossom Trees (Rhyme) well-wisher38 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Witches Came to Swindon skinner_jennifer178 years 11 months ago
StoryMayfly (Poetry Monthly) Deliberately Ev...38 years 11 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 12 ) skinner_jennifer158 years 11 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 11 ) skinner_jennifer198 years 11 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 10 ) skinner_jennifer218 years 11 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 9 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 11 months ago
StoryJigsaw 2 hilary west28 years 12 months ago
StoryAnxiety of School Years skinner_jennifer109 years 1 day ago
StoryThat Hamlet Girl Kilb5039 years 6 days ago
StoryGod Knows J.P. Oertel69 years 1 week ago
StoryPearl hilary west89 years 1 week ago
StoryWords skinner_jennifer129 years 1 week ago
StoryBreech of the Piss Bee179 years 1 week ago
StoryHow the film “Stand by Me” shows children are stronger than we think markihlogie29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer129 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryShe's A Nice Girl windrose19 years 4 weeks 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...
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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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