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StoryThe Florrie and Jack Dialogues : The Write Stuff : (Episode 4) hilary west28 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 14 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 13 ) skinner_jennifer158 years 7 months ago
StoryBlossom Trees (Rhyme) well-wisher38 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Witches Came to Swindon skinner_jennifer178 years 7 months ago
StoryMayfly (Poetry Monthly) Deliberately Ev...38 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 12 ) skinner_jennifer158 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 11 ) skinner_jennifer198 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 10 ) skinner_jennifer218 years 7 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 9 ) skinner_jennifer178 years 7 months ago
StoryJigsaw 2 hilary west28 years 8 months ago
StoryAnxiety of School Years skinner_jennifer108 years 8 months ago
StoryThat Hamlet Girl Kilb5038 years 8 months ago
StoryGod Knows J.P. Oertel68 years 8 months ago
StoryPearl hilary west88 years 8 months ago
StoryWords skinner_jennifer128 years 8 months ago
StoryBreech of the Piss Bee178 years 8 months ago
StoryHow the film “Stand by Me” shows children are stronger than we think markihlogie28 years 9 months ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer128 years 9 months ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer128 years 9 months ago
StoryProud Moments skinner_jennifer158 years 9 months ago
StoryStumpy Toddy (Wren) Rhiannonw88 years 9 months ago
StoryShe's A Nice Girl windrose18 years 9 months ago
StoryMUM skinner_jennifer168 years 9 months ago
StoryMountain Spectre skinner_jennifer218 years 9 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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