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StoryNo surprises please Shannan414 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE RHYMING BUG Linda Wigzell Cress414 years 3 months ago
StoryWho Will Notice? Who Will Care? Denzella614 years 3 months ago
StoryTHE CHARGE OF ARTHUR LEGG Linda Wigzell Cress614 years 3 months ago
StoryCoo Cooing (IP) Cavalcader2514 years 3 months ago
StoryIP. Nothing Last For Ever. prettyrose414 years 3 months ago
StoryPedigree Crush With a Twist of Passion: Chapter thirty Nine. Sooz006814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Scourge of Horsetail well-wisher414 years 3 months ago
StoryTommy's War driftwood814 years 3 months ago
StoryCome Summer Silver Spun Sand3414 years 3 months ago
StoryRosie the Cheese Munching Monster. shades214 years 3 months ago
StoryGoing for Gold - The Sequel Denzella1914 years 3 months ago
StoryDaddy or Chips? Denzella1214 years 3 months ago
Forum topicAn Appeal RachelPatricia514 years 3 months ago
StorySKY DIVER Indrani Ananda814 years 3 months ago
StoryMarshmallow or Birthday Cake? Denzella1114 years 3 months ago
StoryZac Rigel1414 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Last Dance Rigel2014 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Intruders Silver Spun Sand1614 years 3 months ago
StoryBubble gum pavements Mark Heathcote714 years 3 months ago
StoryIf I Could Tell You Anything Macrory114 years 3 months ago
StoryElegy for a Post Office arfellian214 years 4 months ago
StoryRainstorm in Two Haiku arfellian214 years 4 months ago
StoryMessage DavePoems114 years 4 months ago
StoryA Fear of Falling Silver Spun Sand714 years 4 months ago

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The Allegory of Aslan’s Sacrifice

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] As Aslan died instead of Edmund, who’d betrayed, so only Jesus could redeem each one who’d disobeyed...
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Pembrokeshire in April

Bank-lined lanes – slopes spattered with soft-pale primroses, and celandine sparkles, clumps of scurvy grass, tippex-white; carpets of golden...
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Dumped Gold

(seen yesterday, when parking behind a Care Home) Neglected, thrown down out the back: grubby, dumped, forgotten sack, bathed in sunshine, soaked by...

The Journey

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] Journeying onwards with vision of glory, steadily forward through thickets and thorns, clasping the hand...

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