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CollectionBard of the Fens gristo011 years 3 months ago
CollectionPoem a day over easter gristo011 years 3 months ago
CollectionThe Academy gristo011 years 3 months ago
CollectionPoems for kids gristo011 years 3 months ago
CollectionPoems to be read gristo011 years 3 months ago
Collectionsome poems for performance gristo111 years 3 months ago
Storyyou are the hottest of all of the gingers gristo211 years 4 months ago
StoryWhy I'm angry gristo511 years 4 months ago
StoryWe won't keep rats gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryWhy of adventures more than of green spectacles? gristo211 years 4 months ago
StoryMike Taboo gristo011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe History ain't Bright... gristo111 years 4 months ago
StorySupermarket haikus gristo011 years 4 months ago
StorySo here's to you, Mrs. Robinson gristo011 years 4 months ago
StorySmall town drama gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryLet us be Still gristo211 years 4 months ago
Storythe last of sir Walter Raleigh's Loveletters gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Fens are not your friend gristo011 years 4 months ago
StorySex food gristo011 years 4 months ago
StoryMy truly Liquid way of life gristo111 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Jungo Kid's Nightmare gristo011 years 4 months ago
Storythe boy who ruled science gristo311 years 4 months ago
StoryMr. Darcy piñata gristo211 years 4 months ago
StoryThe day the X box 360 died gristo311 years 4 months ago
StoryThe best 15 minutes of my Easter holiday gristo111 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Brandon's Party

Brandon was having a tantrum, His tubby fists slammed the duvet, His cries rocked the mansion, And when his Mother came in He screamed out, demanding
Story of the week

Crumble

Without looking up, Michael knew exactly where everything was in his parents’ kitchen. Perhaps it was wrong to come back here, all these years later.

The bailiff of Scraefield Manor

This wind won’t let us be. Knowing the debt Our flesh owes, it’s come to collect. Batters The door. Hungry for bounty. Headbutting walls While we bury the bed. Lie above it as nothing
Gold cherry

Ogre

You kept us in check alright. Hugged us With a thuggery unrivalled on our street. You'd bruise with your bellow, lurching through bedrooms; Knuckling at dusters; Rubbing spit upon faces;
Cherry

Why I'm angry

It isn't the fact that she was rude, It isn't the detention that she missed, Or the list of obscenities she's hurled at other students,

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