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Forum topicCensorship danrama2215 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Origins of Snow maggyvaneijk1415 years 3 months ago
Forum topicChristmas Is Coming. I'll Be Too Busy To Write. well-wisher715 years 3 months ago
StoryHall of Mirrors (Durham Ramblings) MistakenMagic2315 years 3 months ago
StoryAnniversary MistakenMagic2615 years 3 months ago
StoryAfter You MistakenMagic4815 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART THREE kheldar215 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART FIVE kheldar815 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART ONE kheldar415 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART FOUR kheldar215 years 4 months ago
StoryDonnian MistakenMagic2915 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE DARKNESS WITHIN - PART TWO kheldar215 years 4 months ago
StoryFor a years time Kahdai915 years 4 months ago
StorySepia Days Silver Spun Sand2815 years 4 months ago
StorySimon Armitage at the Gala Theatre MistakenMagic3015 years 4 months ago
StoryForeign Country MistakenMagic2615 years 4 months ago
StoryRelic MistakenMagic3015 years 4 months ago
StoryFirst Letter Home MistakenMagic1715 years 4 months ago
StoryLe Grand Départ MistakenMagic2515 years 4 months ago
StoryThese Are The Days MistakenMagic1815 years 4 months ago
StoryUnbreakable MistakenMagic2015 years 4 months ago
StoryOur Love MistakenMagic3115 years 4 months ago
StoryUnclaimed MistakenMagic2815 years 4 months ago
StoryThings we can never know shoe1915 years 4 months ago
StoryOn drawing Horses (I.P) shoe1915 years 4 months ago

My stories

I HAVE NO SECRET VALENTINE

I know it's a tad late, but hell.. if I wanted to work to deadlines I'd write for a newspaper.

EACH WALKED YARD

My walk to work leads out of town With every step my mood dips down, The shift ahead looms ever hard… Anxiety grows with each walked yard.

THE WIFE I KNEW WAS STOLEN

The eyes which once would wink at me Stare sightless into space, The lips which once would smile at me Sit slack upon her face; The voice which whispered love to me Sleeps silent in her throat,

CROSSING THE LINE (I.P.)

Late Friday afternoon was always a very important time for him, for that was when the weekly “inspiration point”, the I.P., would be posted on “ABCtales.com”.
Cherry

A POEM ALPHABETICALLY? (I.P.)

A poem alphabetically? Boy that’s tough said I, Can such a thing be written? Dare I even try?

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