Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee399 years 1 week ago
StoryOxford Blue ralph29 years 2 weeks ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand219 years 4 months ago
Story'The Borrowers' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand209 years 5 months ago
StoryBaobabs and Bedouins Silver Spun Sand79 years 5 months ago
StoryElegy for Eve Silver Spun Sand129 years 5 months ago
StoryQuiet! Frances Macaula...29 years 5 months ago
Story'Go Now' Silver Spun Sand69 years 5 months ago
StoryA Natural Mum Frances Macaula...39 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Light on the Stairs Silver Spun Sand109 years 6 months ago
StoryWithout Wheels Frances Macaula...69 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Hand that Takes the Picture Silver Spun Sand149 years 9 months ago
StoryTwo Fans Frances Macaula...29 years 10 months ago
StoryRed Lipstick Frances Macaula...610 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBattle Cries Bee4610 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Prologue 1 Frances Macaula...310 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Prologue 2 Frances Macaula...210 years 1 month ago
StoryCompeting - Chapter 1 Frances Macaula...010 years 1 month ago
StoryBrolga Dance Frances Macaula...410 years 2 months ago
StoryDark Ages Bee1710 years 2 months ago
StoryShoots Leaves and Eats Silver Spun Sand410 years 2 months ago
StoryFire Angels Frances Macaula...410 years 2 months ago
StoryWe're all puppets now blighters rock1310 years 2 months ago
StoryOnce Upon a Life... Silver Spun Sand2210 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Four Flowers (Children’s rhyme) well-wisher210 years 6 months ago

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Mwambeshi Memories

Days gone by when safety wasn’t an issue, I remember a little stream that beckoned a group of friends in Garneton. How many times did we saunter -...

Splendid Blue

Splendid Blue In breeding plumage his world knows no guns, only the garden sprays killing his insect food. Still, he flits and flirts, happy in his...
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Quiet!

I hear my world better when there are no words closed library eyes see eddying images churn before being controlled writing a new narrative it’s kind...

A Natural Mum

A Natural Mum a farmers daughter knew about living what was important filtered accordingly allowed her children freedom to explore worlds in books...

Without Wheels

Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to a life-time of...

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