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StoryCursed kellyb211 years 3 months ago
CollectionSingle mother blues kellyb011 years 3 months ago
CollectionDaughters of Danu kellyb011 years 3 months ago
CollectionFlash Fiction kellyb011 years 3 months ago
Collectionshort stories and novellas kellyb011 years 3 months ago
Collectionthe nature of this flower is to bloom - poetry kellyb011 years 3 months ago
StoryWar-cry of the Morrigan kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryNo false modesty here kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryOn dating kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryShoulda wrapped it kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryOengus' love-song to Caer kellyb011 years 4 months ago
Storythe memories of Fand kellyb011 years 4 months ago
Storyscars, for my lover kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryPuddings kellyb311 years 4 months ago
Storyundergrowth kellyb011 years 4 months ago
Storythe page welcomes me like a lover kellyb011 years 4 months ago
Storyi hate the lonliness of your leaving kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryInto the Woods kellyb111 years 4 months ago
Storyice cream kellyb011 years 4 months ago
StoryDeparture kellyb111 years 4 months ago

My stories

the memories of Fand

The Memories of Fand In the dead of night when the ocean is quiet and my people sleep free from fear… Still yet I cannot sleep I am caught on the edge of dreaming

scars, for my lover

Scars for my Lover You have left no trace upon my skin and I will not write you there or mark myself like a tribal woman On the inside of my thigh or the indent of my hip

i hate the lonliness of your leaving

I hate the loneliness of your leaving… I hate the loneliness of your leaving the way your eyes will no longer look at me as if already you have forgotten already

Cursed

this is the first draft of part of a novella written for Mills and Bon paranormal romance competition. first ie. rough draft.
Cherry

Puddings

He entered the hallway to the delicious aroma of fresh baking, smiling to himself as he bent to remove his boots and discarded them carelessly, caring nothing for the dark marks he left on the freshly

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