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StoryConsequences - Chapter 24-25 The Baby? jeand79 years 3 months ago
StoryThat's Life ( Pt 7 ) skinner_jennifer119 years 3 months ago
StoryI’m Bertie the bus! (IP) Rhiannonw69 years 3 months ago
StoryConsequences - Chapter 22-23 jeand69 years 3 months ago
StoryConsequences - Chapter 21 jeand69 years 3 months ago
StoryWorking and Dreaming (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney89 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Engagement Party luigi_pagano69 years 3 months ago
StoryOh Poet Bee119 years 3 months ago
StoryLike a Baby Bee239 years 3 months ago
StoryScarf Bee119 years 3 months ago
StoryI’m no good at cooking while talking (IP) Rhiannonw89 years 3 months ago
StoryConsequences - Chapter 20 jeand59 years 3 months ago
StoryNovember Rhiannonw99 years 3 months ago
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StorySummer cjm29 years 3 months ago
StoryLegacy EB139 years 3 months ago
StoryJoyride Silver Spun Sand129 years 3 months ago
StoryInsect on the Ceiling Jane Hyphen69 years 3 months ago
StoryHot Air, Cold Showers (IP) Rhiannonw49 years 3 months ago
StoryConsequences - Chapter 18 jeand49 years 3 months ago
StoryA Sweet Tooth luigi_pagano69 years 3 months ago
StoryPress On Rhiannonw29 years 3 months ago
StorySeared Feelings (IP) Rhiannonw89 years 3 months ago
StoryConsequences - Chapter 16-17 jeand79 years 3 months ago
StoryThe further adventures of Stan -21 -the end jeand89 years 3 months ago

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My stories

What Dreams?

His megalomanic dreams of power … Her dreams of fame … He dreamed of usefulness … they softly trod
Cherry

Remoteness Day and Night

High above Rhossili beach* – dramatic, wide expanse of sand … far from the nearest city glow … the dazzle of the jewelled night.

Chough-chuffed

Eight choughs standing on the fence in a row – red in beak and red in toe, zoom the camera those three to better see – they’ve turned this way – to...

Who has believed our report … (Isaiah 53:1)

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How unbelievably foretold 700 years before – born quietly to humble home to bear such suffering sore. And...

Spring Yellows

Even when the day is dark primroses clump on the bank, softly smile, and deep in the wood by the muddy stream marsh marigolds glow a deep butter...

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