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StoryComplex Heaven alphadog1912 years 7 months ago
StoryHoofs. ScoZen3012 years 8 months ago
StoryMoving on. ScoZen1212 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Art of Dying Silver Spun Sand2612 years 8 months ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon212 years 8 months ago
Storysnowflake InspiredWriter612 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Strife of Brian Silver Spun Sand912 years 9 months ago
Storymistakes widdicombe81812 years 9 months ago
StoryReality Beeme212 years 9 months ago
StoryJohnny Rich threeleafshamrock2612 years 9 months ago
StoryHippyshit sorcerer212 years 9 months ago
Storylive for today pathnow312 years 9 months ago
StoryMulti tasking widdicombe81412 years 9 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3212 years 9 months ago
StoryI’m Smitten With Britain (Light hearted song) well-wisher312 years 9 months ago
StoryReflections skinner_jennifer1712 years 9 months ago
StoryCleethorpes. (I Wish we were going to Spain) tarquin1812 years 9 months ago
Storylove, honor,obey widdicombe81812 years 9 months ago
StoryGONE KizWiz912 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Barking Dog hudsonmoon812 years 9 months ago
StoryYour Grandma, My Wife (80 words) Richard L. Prov...512 years 10 months ago
StoryGrandparents widdicombe81212 years 10 months ago
StoryEchoes of an Ode Man animan712 years 10 months ago
Storyout alone. widdicombe81412 years 10 months ago
Storythe rosy youth that was I seannelson212 years 10 months 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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