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StoryTatty Bird young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Great Divide young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
Story44 months young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
StoryConflicting views young_choose_life311 years 4 months ago
StoryBlood young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
StoryA Monkey's Smile young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe serious stuff young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
CollectionHeroes young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
CollectionEverything young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
CollectionSilly Stories/Poems young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe Worries of a Confused Teenager young_choose_life011 years 4 months ago
StorySilly Kissers Luke Neima1511 years 5 months ago
StoryGuy Pixie811 years 6 months ago
StoryWhite Lillies young_choose_life111 years 6 months ago
StoryVoodoo Doll young_choose_life111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Sand-Man young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StoryReminder young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StoryTears young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StorySonnet 130 and a half young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StorySeparation young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StoryTravellers young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Host young_choose_life111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Label young_choose_life411 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Cloud young_choose_life111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Mirror young_choose_life011 years 6 months ago

My stories

Tatty Bird

Inspired by Roger McGough's Collected Poems

The Great Divide

This is the first part of a poem/short story I wrote with the story of The Great Gatsby in mind.

44 months

44 months Doesn’t seem so long Not so scary. I still love our song. As Fitzgerald put it You’re my green light. You’re my shooting star Not just in the night. Times can get hard

The Quiet

Sitting in the grass where we were sat, outline of the blanket barely disappeared, the light catches a smile, at my expense. Kisses, fingers interlocked, the touch of your skin,

The city

I live in a city, of mysterious corners, strange moods, and arty streets. The lights twinkle above me, spreading a smile across my face, in the distance I can see, the sea. Hands held,

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