Pudding
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | still here | courtney hulbert | 3 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Wish bone snap | Pudding | 2 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Story | What's hot in publishing? | Pudding | 0 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Sundays | Pudding | 1 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Monsters under the bed | Pudding | 1 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Pen portrait | Pudding | 0 | 11 years 5 months ago |
| Story | the nine ladies | JupiterMoon | 2 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Nothing lasts forever | Pudding | 3 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | I'm A Star Wars Girl | alang | 1 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | It started with a kiss | Pudding | 2 | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Pride Apart | Zuku | 8 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Just a walk in the park | Pudding | 7 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Adieu (Cold Turkey.........) | chimpanzee_monkey | 6 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Festival | lenchenelf | 4 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Auntie Em - what was it like when you grew up? | jagmucker | 9 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | 18.06.10 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week | tcook | 1 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Maladaptive Coping Behaviour | MistakenMagic | 18 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | The Burned Out Citreon | chimpanzee_monkey | 4 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Twenty-three weeks | Pudding | 4 | 14 years 10 months ago |
My stories
Wish bone snap
We took it onto the roof of Lisa’s garage. Did we think it would survive better nearer the sky, or did we secretly believe it wasn’t of this earth,...
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Sundays
I woke to you carrying in a cup of tea and my laptop. The dog settled on the bed next to me. I edited a chapter. The dog snored, legs akimbo. I browsed Facebook and sent some emails.
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Monsters under the bed
The doorbell chimes. Rachel wipes her hands on the tea towel, before slinging it over her shoulder. She shoves the dog into the lounge. Opening the door, she prepares her thanks but no thanks speech.
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Nothing lasts forever
I don’t know when it was I got so sentimental. I don’t even like gardening and the problem with growing your own is you either have a glut or nothing at all.
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Pen portrait
You sit on the swing, your feet crumple at the ankle on the red asphalt. The cider is warm.
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