Linda Wigzell Cress

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StoryJumping to Conclusions (IP) Rhiannonw149 years 11 months ago
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Story“Dad! Mum!” (IP) Rhiannonw1010 years 1 day ago
StoryLodestone celticman1710 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFame or flame? (IP) Rhiannonw1310 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLife, Love and Laughter! Denzella3110 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDown to the River Bee910 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLast Chance Saloon luigi_pagano610 years 4 weeks ago
StoryDéjà vu Bee1810 years 4 weeks ago
StoryIt's In His Genes! Denzella810 years 1 month ago
StoryLittle Almeley Amble 18/0315 Rhiannonw1210 years 1 month ago
StoryDear Diary Some Days In My Life Contrasting Receptions skinner_jennifer1110 years 1 month ago
StoryCOMMITMENT Linda Wigzell Cress710 years 1 month ago
StoryShall I make tea? torscot1610 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Birth of Claustrophobia Bee2110 years 1 month ago
StoryTHE DAWNING Linda Wigzell Cress410 years 1 month ago
StoryCAMBERWELL BEAUTIES - ANNIE MULBERY - PART 1 Linda Wigzell Cress410 years 1 month ago
StoryFinding holes blighters rock1610 years 1 month ago
StoryCAN'T DO IT Linda Wigzell Cress410 years 1 month ago
StoryFROM GUY'S TOWER Linda Wigzell Cress310 years 1 month ago
StoryPaul's Parka (1983) Canonette1110 years 1 month ago
StoryShe Cut Her Hair! jolono3510 years 1 month ago
StoryToday I Wrote a Poem Silver Spun Sand1810 years 1 month ago
StoryThings you’d only tell your mother in a foreign language maggyvaneijk1610 years 2 months ago
StoryHow To Train Your Dog K-Burgin1410 years 2 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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