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StoryA.M. Bee2110 years 7 months ago
StoryBreath Philip Sidney2010 years 7 months ago
Story'You've Been Framed!' (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 7 months ago
StoryFlew a Bird catherine poarch1210 years 7 months ago
StoryFear Inside skinner_jennifer2210 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Goblin Queen Lil DeVille210 years 7 months ago
StoryLeafy lifecycle Rhiannonw910 years 7 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 10 The Tikklepennys jeand410 years 7 months ago
Story'Just One of those Things' Silver Spun Sand1110 years 7 months ago
StoryA Good Heart Bee2110 years 7 months ago
StoryContemplation … (Poetry Monthly) Rhiannonw610 years 7 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 9 After the war jeand410 years 7 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 8 More on Mairi and the War jeand710 years 7 months ago
StoryAftermath Silver Spun Sand1010 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Old House By The Sea Kilb501410 years 7 months ago
StoryWoodpecker’s shock-absorbers Rhiannonw1010 years 7 months ago
Story‘Blowing hot and cold’ (IP) Rhiannonw810 years 7 months ago
StoryGarbage Ed Crane1410 years 7 months ago
StoryA View from the Top (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano1210 years 7 months ago
StoryScream Deliberately Ev...910 years 7 months ago
StoryTrip from Trinidad - 7 Some of the other passengers jeand210 years 7 months ago
StoryOld Taiwan Homestead socialeaf710 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Birds hilary west410 years 7 months ago
StorySolstice Philip Sidney1610 years 7 months ago
StorySummer's End D Marie1010 years 7 months ago

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My stories

Don’t tell Daddy!

“We’ll tuck them away in here – don’t say! … “Daddy – that drawer …

Confined

Dashing here and dashing there, never any time to spare; now she can but lie and stare, watch while others work and care. When she has a need, must...

Strife, War

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Always, everywhere strife found, – workplace, nations: splits abound; home and friendship’s irritations grow...
Cherry

Mesmerised

[This is a revision of a piece I posted some years ago, and based on a Welsh poem called ‘Y Gwenci’ (The Weasel) by R Williams Parry, that I liked very much (content and poetic skill) in my childhood.] “I stood transfixed, just stared ahead, I could not move my gaze or tremble, shake …

Helping Recall?

Some have strong eidetic memory (photographic) – useful for Kim’s game and for ‘ Where is my key?’ (viewing detail of places seen); some use mnemonic...

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