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StoryA Big Idea (IP) Rhiannonw109 years 4 days ago
StoryPumpkin Harvest a1028661411 years 1 month ago
Forum topic04.10.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook411 years 3 months ago
StoryThat Elusive Cure 35 lisa h1611 years 3 months ago
StoryPoetry Sucks... Silver Spun Sand3711 years 3 months ago
StorySwoop CrazyCutter311 years 3 months ago
Forum topicMissUnderstood CrazyCutter211 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Sound of Your Heart (I.P) CrazyCutter811 years 3 months ago
Forum topic27.09.13 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook711 years 3 months ago
StoryShe Perfected The Filthy Glare chelseyflood311 years 3 months ago
Forum topicPink Hard-Hats karl_wiggins811 years 3 months ago
StoryAlan's human desires (ABC IP) Not All There911 years 3 months ago
StoryWomen of Small Histories (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1111 years 3 months ago
StoryBaby CrazyCutter211 years 3 months ago
StoryI love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson Ray Schaufeld411 years 3 months ago
StoryOn Listening to Mahler Silver Spun Sand1011 years 3 months ago
StoryWHY THE HEART ? moonphish311 years 3 months ago
StoryA Boon, I Ask For pkroutray111 years 3 months ago
StoryMemories Of A Broken Mind CharmerCub811 years 3 months ago
StoryBreath of a Fly CrazyCutter311 years 3 months ago
StoryPine Pitch CrazyCutter511 years 3 months ago
StoryStudy in Blue Silver Spun Sand2811 years 4 months ago

My stories

Swoop

Murmur. Say it out loud. Tell yourself who you are. Where you've been. What you've done.

The Sound of Your Heart (I.P)

“Your voice. Still your voice. Your big fat…”
Cherry

Baby

And we’ll sit; knees apart watching strangers make lemon tart but really I’m looking at his untamed face thinking about things I can’t retrace
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Cherry

Breath of a Fly

“Y chromosome?” yelled Josh, “that a footy team?” And we all erupted into paroxysms of laughter once more.
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Cherry

Pine Pitch

I look for it now when rarely he looks at me but missed moments have crept between his eyelids and turned the laconic silences blue