WillSimpson

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StoryLost Loved ones WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Changing Seasons WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe everlasting Light and Dark WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryMusical Insight WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe waiting game WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Big Bang WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryOur Majesties Words WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 2 WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryMonkey Farm WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryStory of Ord part 1 WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryJust A Scratch WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryHalcyon WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryI am king WillSimpson111 years 6 months ago
StoryHow many bikes are there in Beijin? WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryJollymanger WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryIntuition WillSimpson111 years 6 months ago
StoryIm shaking WillSimpson111 years 6 months ago
StoryGreetings with a kiss WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryHero's tale WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryI life well lived WillSimpson111 years 6 months ago
StoryJealous of the way you feel WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryFortify Your Castles WillSimpson011 years 6 months ago
StoryFrigid Blessings WillSimpson211 years 6 months ago
StoryFour corners of the mind WillSimpson111 years 6 months ago
StoryFly on glass WillSimpson011 years 6 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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