Yvonne Anderson

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StoryThe Walthamstow Bird jolono2210 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Night Before the Radiotherapy Silver Spun Sand810 years 8 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (2) celticman2710 years 8 months ago
StoryLilac Yvonne Anderson810 years 8 months ago
StoryTravel - Penzance Ray Schaufeld1210 years 8 months ago
Storyuncovering oneself (1) celticman2210 years 8 months ago
StoryBreathless for Winter to be gone Yvonne Anderson1010 years 9 months ago
StorySaturdays Yvonne Anderson810 years 10 months ago
StoryDaft as a brush Yvonne Anderson910 years 10 months ago
StoryPiggy Bank Rhiannonw910 years 10 months ago
StoryShorty TheGameCat510 years 10 months ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1510 years 10 months ago
StoryDown the tunnel Yvonne Anderson010 years 10 months ago
StoryInsomniac Yvonne Anderson610 years 11 months ago
Storyscream alphadog1410 years 11 months ago
StoryFor Better for Worse... Silver Spun Sand2810 years 11 months ago
StoryA school dinner Yvonne Anderson210 years 11 months ago
CollectionPoems Yvonne Anderson010 years 11 months ago
CollectionAutobiography Yvonne Anderson010 years 11 months ago
StoryFirst Love luigi_pagano2410 years 11 months ago
StoryNew midgeryall210 years 11 months ago
StoryMe and dad Yvonne Anderson610 years 11 months ago
StoryMy Daughter and Other Angels Silver Spun Sand1511 years 5 days ago
StoryAn old friend Yvonne Anderson611 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRemembering M Yvonne Anderson1111 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Violent

The beast slavering, rumbling, growling, straining at the leash, throwing itself wall to door. Its chains slinking, creaking, bending, yielding crack...
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It's finally over

So what is it you want then, if you’re saying it’s the end? To breathe, to be me, not to have to pretend. Tch. Let’s give it another try don’t let it...

Trinity

The innocence of the pram, Softly stuffed and padded, Draped with toys and teddies. Innocent yet of the cheesy vomit, Ice cream with melted chocolate...

The Mad Artist

Another Sunday in the village. We went for a walk to the Green, lingered at the bus stop to read the rumours and share a smoke. The one place open...

Little girls go to the park

Dainty daisies dotted Dotty daisies Daisies everywhere Spinning dizzy Getting giddy As far as eyes can see Dinky dots scattered on green. Run and...
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