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StoryDebating the reasons to leave claire.lou.sedgwick311 years 8 months ago
StoryChilis and collision claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 8 months ago
Storybreak then fall claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 8 months ago
StoryA diamond geezer claire.lou.sedgwick311 years 8 months ago
CollectionOldies claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 8 months ago
StoryTea, Cake and the Hollyoaks omnibus claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe love that flew away claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 10 months ago
StoryInspired by Auden claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 10 months ago
StoryI was dressed in a totally inappropriate shade of pink claire.lou.sedgwick011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe end of the line claire.lou.sedgwick213 years 7 months ago
StoryStar spangled banner claire.lou.sedgwick215 years 9 months ago

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Oldies

My stories

The end of the line

By claire.lou.sedgwick on Wed, 15 Jul 2009

She drank from a wine glass you could feasibly keep a fish in, drawing long drags from stained fingers.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

Chilis and collision

By claire.lou.sedgwick on Wed, 15 Jul 2009

From something I written for a writing group, not sure about the structure though, or if it has enough form.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Star spangled banner

By claire.lou.sedgwick on Sun, 14 Jun 2009

I got up at seven, still bleary eyed from the night before. I drank the whisky like a tonic, unready and unable to cope with work. My make up had smudged adn I was too drunk to demask.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

A diamond geezer

By claire.lou.sedgwick on Sun, 14 Jun 2009

She found a diamond bracelet in the back or the car. Ruth had told me this over drinks that evening. She had chosen the slick new cocktail lounge, perfect for celebrations.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate U

Debating the reasons to leave

By claire.lou.sedgwick on Sun, 14 Jun 2009

If we go now, we'll never get it the bloodrush higher than the needle piercing the skin If we go now, I'll never feel him the pale arms, tattooed and frail grasping my skin
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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