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StoryOf dreams and such shoe513 years 9 months ago
StoryA walk in a town I hardly know on my birthday shoe913 years 9 months ago
StoryIf you're thinking of writing a book... shoe1213 years 9 months ago
StoryTHE MOUNTAIN kheldar913 years 9 months ago
Story(I.P.) A Winter Reverie Silver Spun Sand813 years 10 months ago
StoryHE'D ALREADY DISAPPEARED kheldar613 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE POET'S CURSE III - THE CONTEST kheldar513 years 10 months ago
StoryQWERTY BOARD kheldar413 years 10 months ago
StoryPostscript MistakenMagic3213 years 10 months ago
Story HONEY BABE Updated Cavalcader1313 years 10 months ago
Story The Talking Moon Cavalcader2013 years 10 months ago
StoryI THINK I'VE UPSET SANTA CLAUS.... kheldar313 years 11 months ago
Forum topicHappy Christmas abc Kahdai1013 years 11 months ago
StoryA BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY MOMENT ( I.P.) skinner_jennifer1413 years 11 months ago
StoryAn Unseen Voice Louise178413 years 11 months ago
StoryGet Over it (Again!!) (on having my name mistyped) kheldar613 years 11 months ago
StoryI CRAVE TO SAVE (I.P.) kheldar1613 years 11 months ago
StoryFull Stop. MistakenMagic2413 years 11 months ago
StoryI Crave to Save and yet...(I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1113 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE FIRST CHRISTMAS - JOSEPH'S TALE kheldar213 years 11 months ago
Story Lucky To Have You BLUE EYES IP Cavalcader913 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE SEVEN AGES OF [A SICK PERVERTED] MAN (Warning, may cause offence) kheldar1613 years 11 months ago
StoryTHE LOOK IN HER EYES (I.P.) kheldar513 years 11 months ago
StoryI Bring You Roses... Silver Spun Sand1713 years 12 months ago
StoryPaper Dreams Silver Spun Sand2413 years 12 months ago

My stories

The Jockey and the Janitor

I’ll never forget the first time I spoke to Alastair Woodthorpe: it was the morning after the 2010 United Kingdom Steeplechase Trophy.

Suburban Sundarban

A neighbour's cat like a downsized ginger tiger prowls a suburban sundarban. Nimbly negotiating narrow fence tops, those oft trod trails of a square cut, creosoted jungle,
Cherry

Let's Start Again (iii)

How can the eyes that shone with love Now darken in contempt? How did the voice that spoke support Become so tact exempt? How can the smile that flowered for me Alas no longer bloom?

I Remember....

This was composed as an exercise at a monthly writing group I attend - a friend whose opinions I value suggested it might stand up on its own!

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