Lady-Bathsheba

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Story5. Dinner Date drew4payne35 years 9 months ago
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Story2. Park Life. drew4payne15 years 9 months ago
Story3. Dreaming. drew4payne25 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Special One penguingillett17 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDeath Knell Lady-Bathsheba011 years 5 months ago
StoryDancing Dead Babies Lady-Bathsheba011 years 5 months ago
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StoryBench Lady-Bathsheba411 years 5 months ago
StoryAwareness Lady-Bathsheba111 years 5 months ago
StoryArt is a lie that makes us realise truth... Lady-Bathsheba911 years 5 months ago
StoryAn oracle in obscurity of thought Lady-Bathsheba111 years 5 months ago
StoryAddiction in Suburbia Lady-Bathsheba111 years 5 months ago
StoryA Quiet Forgiveness Lady-Bathsheba411 years 5 months ago
Story"I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?" Lady-Bathsheba311 years 5 months ago
CollectionDickie Lady-Bathsheba011 years 5 months ago
CollectionPot 1 Lady-Bathsheba011 years 5 months ago
StoryYummy Mummy Lady-Bathsheba011 years 7 months ago
StoryTender is the breath of death Lady-Bathsheba011 years 7 months ago
StoryThe unmasking of another straw man Lady-Bathsheba011 years 7 months ago
StorySnow Lady-Bathsheba111 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Mark of Cain Lady-Bathsheba011 years 7 months ago
StoryShoot poison through the mud Lady-Bathsheba111 years 7 months ago
StoryPops Lady-Bathsheba111 years 7 months ago
StoryIn God we Trust Lady-Bathsheba111 years 7 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Eulogy for Father

Father …. As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it!

"I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?"

A corner of a room is a misguided place to cower in. Bad move! Especially after you have just had chicken chow mein styled into your hair. You sit. Transfixed. You watch.

Tender is the breath of death

The balance is wrong It’s all out of sync I don’t know what to do? I don’t know what to think? Slowly so slowly It faded away Until all that was left Was this pale shade of grey?

The unmasking of another straw man

Does part of your confusion? Arise from the contusion? Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist? Why hold back? What’s pain? Just black A void In which to switch

Snow

I cautiously peep out the bedroom window and immediately spy snow. More snow! Damn!

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