kate emily
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Devon | kate emily | 3 | 7 years 5 months ago |
| Story | untitled | kate emily | 2 | 7 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Absentee | kate emily | 2 | 11 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Notes On A Lunch Break | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Cadmium fields | kate emily | 2 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | A Walk By The River Ure | kate emily | 4 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Canal side conversation | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Bricks | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Billy's Rain | kate emily | 6 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | And This Is Why, Dad, You Are The Best Footballer In The World. | kate emily | 3 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | After Russian caravans | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Aeroplane Dan | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | A word with the Moon | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Old Notes Found | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Today I Heard Them | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The Wedding | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | River Thinking | kate emily | 14 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | n/b | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Swan Song | kate emily | 1 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Moth | kate emily | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Magpie | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The black owl | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | The nicking grass | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | May Day | kate emily | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | In Time | kate emily | 2 | 11 years 4 months ago |
My stories
untitled
How have we managed this? My hand on the stone of the bridge watching you walk over- cigarette testing the dark; hand to lips, hand to lips
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Devon
Devon. I miss Devon- your primrose hedges and beech-quiet bluebell woods, pigeon coo and sheep bleat, sharp leaved wild garilc. The low moan of a cow...
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Absentee
-Missing you today I wanted to have a cup of tea with you, to sit down and have you there opposite me; feet crossed, one elbow on the table, chewing...
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- 670 reads
Notes On A Lunch Break
Outside smells of rain and coffee. The man in front of me wears a grey suit, smokes his cigarette passing as he does, the saxophonist playing in...
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- 492 reads
Cadmium fields
Spring has come late to Mickley, under cover of beech, bluebells populate, tease the edges of the foothpath. A fat toad hops under a damp leaf,...
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- 564 reads