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StoryComplex Heaven alphadog1912 years 10 months ago
StoryHoofs. ScoZen3012 years 11 months ago
StoryMoving on. ScoZen1212 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Art of Dying Silver Spun Sand2612 years 11 months ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon212 years 11 months ago
Storysnowflake InspiredWriter612 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Strife of Brian Silver Spun Sand912 years 12 months ago
Storymistakes widdicombe81813 years 2 hours ago
StoryReality Beeme213 years 1 day ago
StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2613 years 1 day ago
StoryHippyshit sorcerer213 years 2 weeks ago
Storylive for today pathnow313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMulti tasking widdicombe81413 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI’m Smitten With Britain (Light hearted song) well-wisher313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryReflections skinner_jennifer1713 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain) tarquin1813 years 3 weeks ago
Storylove, honor,obey widdicombe81813 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGONE KizWiz913 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDear Barking Dog hudsonmoon813 years 3 weeks ago
StoryYour Grandma, My Wife (80 words) Richard L. Prov...513 years 1 month ago
StoryGrandparents widdicombe81213 years 1 month ago
StoryEchoes of an Ode Man animan713 years 1 month ago
Storyout alone. widdicombe81413 years 1 month ago
Storythe rosy youth that was I seannelson213 years 1 month ago

My stories

Multi tasking

for mothers day

love, honor,obey

Love, honor and obey, three simple words yet they are three of the most difficult promises to achieve. Only two out of ten marriages will do this and one of those two will be done out of fear.

Grandparents

You both talking to me ,trying to both grab my attention, my Nan on the her latest hat, my Grandad on his latest drawings, and I smile and pretend to be listen, but really I'm just wondering where hav

out alone.

When the sun rests its tired head, and moon rises up instead, shadows climb out from the walls and the floors bringing danger to my thoughts. The wind weaves through the tress and leafs,

graves

There something quite still and tranquil among the lost souls in their graves, their silence is powerful washing the woes away,

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