Linda Wigzell Cress

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StoryJumping to Conclusions (IP) Rhiannonw149 years 8 months ago
StoryDisappearance (IP) Rhiannonw149 years 8 months ago
Story“Dad! Mum!” (IP) Rhiannonw109 years 8 months ago
StoryLodestone celticman179 years 9 months ago
StoryFame or flame? (IP) Rhiannonw139 years 9 months ago
StoryLife, Love and Laughter! Denzella319 years 9 months ago
StoryDown to the River Bee99 years 9 months ago
StoryLast Chance Saloon luigi_pagano69 years 9 months ago
StoryDéjà vu Bee189 years 9 months ago
StoryIt's In His Genes! Denzella89 years 9 months ago
StoryLittle Almeley Amble 18/0315 Rhiannonw129 years 9 months ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Contrasting Receptions skinner_jennifer119 years 9 months ago
StoryCOMMITMENT Linda Wigzell Cress79 years 9 months ago
StoryShall I make tea? torscot169 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Birth of Claustrophobia Bee219 years 9 months ago
StoryTHE DAWNING Linda Wigzell Cress49 years 9 months ago
StoryCAMBERWELL BEAUTIES - ANNIE MULBERY - PART 1 Linda Wigzell Cress49 years 9 months ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock169 years 9 months ago
StoryCAN'T DO IT Linda Wigzell Cress49 years 9 months ago
StoryFROM GUY'S TOWER Linda Wigzell Cress39 years 9 months ago
StoryPaul's Parka (1983) Canonette119 years 10 months ago
StoryShe Cut Her Hair! jolono359 years 10 months ago
StoryToday I Wrote a Poem Silver Spun Sand189 years 10 months ago
StoryThings you’d only tell your mother in a foreign language maggyvaneijk169 years 11 months ago
StoryHow To Train Your Dog K-Burgin149 years 11 months ago

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THE BALLAD OF ANNIE GRAY (Poetry Monthly)

A fair young maiden sat and wept Upon the forest floor; The hot tears fell until she slept For she could weep no more. She tossed and turned in...

THE SCREAM (poetry Monthly)

Why has the sky turned an ugly blood red? Wind whirling and swirling round the pain in my head? And I open my mouth but can’t utter a cry As hither...

TIGHTROPE (IP)

In matters acrobatic Sue was a true fanatic. She loved to stretch and run and jump It really gave her Dad the hump – So she thought she’d live the...

THE KISS (Poetry Monthly)

Auguste Rodin 1889 Gentle hand lies tenderly on rounded thigh Taut breasts on manly torso pressed, Naked skin to naked skin in sweet embrace Now...

SISTERS (IP)

The three sisters were having a virtual meeting somewhere in the Ethernet of their inner minds. From their vantage point they looked over all the...

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