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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | The Pilgrim Soul | harrietmacmillan | 0 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Plague | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Heart Library | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Hailstones | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Gold and Trinkets Glitter in the Flame | harrietmacmillan | 0 | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Story | The Lake | harrietmacmillan | 5 | 11 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Spinothalamic Tract | harrietmacmillan | 1 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Oxford, | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | When We Were Seventeen | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Half-Asleep | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Unquestioning | harrietmacmillan | 10 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Magpie Mile | harrietmacmillan | 2 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | The Cailleach | harrietmacmillan | 3 | 12 years 10 months ago |
My stories
Song for Solace
Here is my mirror. The page does not reflect what is. It is controlled and contains what ought to be believed. Unenchanted mirrors too distort and distract but all
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Magdalen College Chapel, Oxford or Intentions
Pray for my son, who has lost his way. For you, a herd. A herd so plump, That news of their rotund rumps, Would be heard as far away as India, for You are more scared to me.
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The Nag and Noose
He took her hostage the moment he saw her. That’s what they do, you know. Alcoholics. They don’t take lovers or make friends. They capture and kidnap
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- 452 reads
The Cailleach
For a glorious moment, woman and girl see each other as we truly are, as nature intended. Then I realised I must destroy her.
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Gold and Trinkets Glitter in the Flame
Fuschias and rose-hips in ball gowns of dearest pink. Midsummer perfumes and mulled midwinter drinks, The machair with of its wild-flower brooches, Pumpkin scented joy as Hallow’en approaches.
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- 359 reads