Frances Macaulay Forde

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StoryDesertification (published poem) Frances Macaula...011 years 9 months ago
StorySomewhere I Belong V.C.Willow2011 years 10 months ago
StoryFlood (poem) Frances Macaula...411 years 10 months ago
StoryCoffee Cinquain Frances Macaula...211 years 10 months ago
StoryBENCH amlee511 years 10 months ago
StorySquandered amlee211 years 10 months ago
StoryRuined amlee711 years 10 months ago
StorySmack Talk Frances Macaula...111 years 11 months ago
Storypoetic decay breather112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe 70' in one poem. Is this a poem? breather212 years 4 months ago
StoryPublished alex_tomlin912 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Great Escape (very Short Story) Frances Macaula...312 years 5 months ago
StoryTurning the page (poem) Frances Macaula...312 years 5 months ago
Forum topicAmerica's Next Author tcook412 years 6 months ago
StoryAfterlife alex_tomlin1212 years 6 months ago
Blog entryOf Course You Can Meet The Queen tcook2812 years 7 months ago
StoryAnzac threeleafshamrock912 years 11 months ago
StoryNo One Can Ever Love You Like I Do (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1612 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Man with the Fish Tattoo Silver Spun Sand1812 years 12 months ago
StoryChild of Mine Silver Spun Sand1512 years 12 months ago
StoryWasps fatboy742313 years 13 hours ago
StoryButcher Boy ( Part 23, Reunion) jolono2113 years 1 week ago
StoryMOBILES (poem) Frances Macaula...313 years 3 weeks ago
Story7.45am to Central. ScoZen1613 years 1 month ago
Forum topicCall for creative writing submissions dukkejuice113 years 1 month ago

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My stories

Moment of Birth

My Darling One you are so new helpless - yet so strong! You didn't really need the Doctor quiding you along... Now I know how every mother feels at...

Lakeside on Campus

I’m sitting here next to the lake listening to the Magpie’s talk, the Wood Ducks peep, the fountains filter their water. This is the first entry into...
Cherry

Wardrobe Mistress

I stood in front of the wardrobe we shared and stared and stared. I had just seen her with overalls down below her knees, your familiar bare bum...

Unconditional

That moment when I realized you weren’t asleep, I couldn’t cry. I wanted to, thought I should, but I couldn’t shed tears for all those years when I...

Tall Tree Tanka

Unfortunately too many enjoy trying to fell tall trees when they should be hugged. We need to learn to look up. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2014

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