WillSimpson

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StoryLost Loved ones WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Changing Seasons WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe everlasting Light and Dark WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryMusical Insight WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe waiting game WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Big Bang WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryOur Majesties Words WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 2 WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryMonkey Farm WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 1 WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryJust A Scratch WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryHalcyon WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryI am king WillSimpson111 years 10 months ago
StoryHow many bikes are there in Beijin? WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryJollymanger WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryIntuition WillSimpson111 years 10 months ago
StoryIm shaking WillSimpson111 years 10 months ago
StoryGreetings with a kiss WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryHero's tale WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryI life well lived WillSimpson111 years 10 months ago
StoryJealous of the way you feel WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryFortify Your Castles WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago
StoryFrigid Blessings WillSimpson211 years 10 months ago
StoryFour corners of the mind WillSimpson111 years 10 months ago
StoryFly on glass WillSimpson011 years 10 months ago

My stories

Utopia was a work in progress

In a desolate world, the state has destroyed unity.

Pigs can fly

Pigs can fly said he, Proclaim it to all, said he, This lonely village idiot, I may not of seen it, But I believe, Said he, Wandering through his street, Pigs can fly sir, Did you know?

Middlesbrough has a music scene, you wouldnt know.

The brambles are a shambles, I seen them last week with their tin sounding guitars. Each one of them had ego's as big as the stars, but not an ounce of talent, in a shallow fountain,

The hero's last words

A succesful ramble requires deep thought about nothing, for in nothing we create something.

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