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StoryDaffodils michscor411 years 4 months ago
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StoryLike Gold to Ayery Thinnesse Beate... michscor313 years 11 months ago
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StorySix Catholics and an Atheist barryj1413 years 12 months ago
StoryChristina The Christmas Fairy HOMER05213 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Reticent Storyteller barryj1613 years 12 months ago
StoryTwenty Red Roses lk214 years 55 min ago
StoryNodding With Cherries michscor714 years 1 week ago
StoryNo More Heroes well-wisher914 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOysters for Supper michscor714 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Great Victorian Engineer And Inventor hadley214 years 1 month ago
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StoryPassing Mother's Day michscor214 years 8 months ago
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My stories

Apple Pie Mum

Clare struck the heavy painted knocker and regretted the mute black and white plastic bell which unfailingly irked her; it sullied the door and besmirched its two-up two-down Victorian heritage.

Like Gold to Ayery Thinnesse Beate...

Is it possible that the aura and spirit and very essence of a person are somehow revealed in death?

A Yule-Tide Spirit

It was just as Clare was receiving her cheese sandwich from the waitress that two women approached their table; they carried numerous bags and hard weary faces and trailed an unmistakeable aura of pov
Cherry

Nodding With Cherries

Marjorie Wallace, thirty-nine-year-old librarian, enjoyed a certain fillip to her weekly walk to the writers’ circle.
Cherry

Oysters for Supper

It all started with the wearing of my blue velvet rather than my green muslin.

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