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StorySummer Spectacular Shieldsley09 years 9 months ago
StorySnapshot Part III Shieldsley19 years 9 months ago
StorySnapshot Conclusion Shieldsley09 years 9 months ago
StorySnapshot Part II Shieldsley29 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part I Shieldsley29 years 9 months ago
StorySnapshot Part I Shieldsley09 years 10 months ago
StorySnapshot Shieldsley09 years 10 months ago
StoryHaze in the Valley Shieldsley011 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Conclusion Shieldsley211 years 1 week ago
StoryThoughts in September Shieldsley111 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much - Part III Shieldsley011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Man Who Thought Too Much Part II Shieldsley011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Comet Shieldsley111 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDown Memory Lane Shieldsley011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCoronation Postponed Shieldsley111 years 8 months ago
StoryClose the blinds Shieldsley011 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoems Shieldsley011 years 8 months ago
CollectionShort stories Shieldsley011 years 8 months ago
StoryWorulde Shieldsley011 years 10 months ago
StoryLeaving Beechwood Shieldsley211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Traveller Shieldsley011 years 10 months ago
StorySleepwalker Shieldsley211 years 10 months ago
StoryMoving Shieldsley411 years 10 months ago

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Cherry

The Man Who Thought Too Much Part I

Sid Bartram awoke one fine summer morning feeling distinctly uneasy. He had no real reason for feeling so. He had enjoyed a relaxing weekend, mainly...

The Comet

I peered into the night, the star-encrusted dark And around me the land lay enshrouded in mist Frost glistened coldly. reflecting the spark Of icy...
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Down Memory Lane

I awoke from the sort of grayish swoon that had become all too common recently and found myself behind the wheel of my Peugeot.The long, straight,...

Close the blinds

He watches as the blind descends, shutting out the street The light claws at the dark fabric, noise hurls itself at the window But falls back senseless and fluttering
Poem of the week

Leaving Beechwood

They left me standing With the wind whipping the fields Amd tyres crunching on gravel Left in those long, yellow corridors Where metal clashed on metal Voices echoed distantly

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