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StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2213 years 2 months ago
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StoryToday I am not eighteen Beeme1313 years 3 months ago
StoryThere is something astonishing within you mcmanaman613 years 3 months ago
Forum topicOMG Jennifer Pickup's novel is nearly there! Anonymous5713 years 3 months ago
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StoryPhotosynthesis- blinded by light Beeme913 years 3 months ago
StoryJust Before You Go... Silver Spun Sand1513 years 3 months ago
StorySkin in Sunshine johnd113 years 3 months ago
StoryDays of Lies and If Onlys Silver Spun Sand813 years 3 months ago
StoryFeeding the ducks seashore2413 years 3 months ago
StoryWe think better Beeme613 years 3 months ago
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StoryThis Eden Silver Spun Sand1213 years 3 months ago
StorySalut D'Amour Silver Spun Sand1413 years 3 months ago
StoryMy dead diary - beginnings rjnewlyn1313 years 3 months ago
StoryPour A Little Salt, We Were Never Here MistakenMagic2513 years 3 months ago
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StoryWishtful (I.P.) Kahdai1313 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Lemon Grower's Wife Silver Spun Sand1513 years 3 months ago
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StorySpeechless Beeme413 years 4 months ago

My stories

When You Left

My clothes curled from my skin. Buttons, rebelled, stitches unpicked themselves, thread by thread
Cherry

Drummer Boy

For Tom. Each beat he hits - an electric charge like lightning carving a path through the atmosphere.
Cherry

Writing Poetry

IP: 30 word poem Our bodies curve into vowels and mouths shape soft, exotic verbs.
Poem of the week

The Equinox Parade

IP: Spring Each mauve petal folds into a balloon, straining its stem-string, wishing to rise into burning blue circles of sky; kites, birds - love songs.

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