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StorySweet Daughter Mine Silver Spun Sand189 years 8 months ago
StoryReclining Nude Silver Spun Sand109 years 8 months ago
StoryStanding Bee99 years 8 months ago
StoryPositive Thinking Bee259 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Old House By The Sea Kilb50149 years 8 months ago
StoryGarbage Ed Crane149 years 8 months ago
StoryDown the Track markle69 years 8 months ago
StoryScream Deliberately Ev...99 years 8 months ago
StoryOld Taiwan Homestead socialeaf79 years 8 months ago
StorySolstice Philip Sidney169 years 8 months ago
StoryOUT OF FRUSTRATION Yashvardhan19 years 8 months ago
StoryWomen of Small Histories Silver Spun Sand69 years 8 months ago
StoryFrom a Stopping Train (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand129 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Waiting Room Bee519 years 8 months ago
Story‘Coming Home’ Art of the Diver129 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Letting Go Silver Spun Sand149 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Interview john_silver89 years 8 months ago
Story(dis)Honesty Parson Thru99 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Tightrope london_calling7999 years 8 months ago
StoryBoy Blue (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand69 years 8 months ago
StoryA Parable For Our Time (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano179 years 8 months ago
StoryLoathsome (Poetry Monthly) Philip Sidney309 years 8 months ago
Blog entryHe's Done It!!!!! Insertponceyfre...109 years 8 months ago
Storyeverything I once knew celticman79 years 8 months ago
StoryTHAT Feeling! jolono219 years 8 months ago

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My stories

The Red Leaf

There is one red leaf on the tree hanging like an open mouth whilst a pea-green one is on the verge of growing up into yellow Tinkling’s of rain...

Fake

The fake tree does not need looking after. It stands a little askew reminding me it’ll never change. No leaves will wilt, colour, fall, or grow. It’s...
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Eriksay

I wished to write ‘An ode to you’ – no, too thoughtless too common those words never reached the screen and I wonder if they reached you as I tried...
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The Step Back

What made me do it, made me leave that day? The tipping point came one night I’d asked him not to go to football training, could he come home after...
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The First Step

I remember the day I filled the car full. Full of all the things I thought he’d need; his baby walker, Moses basket, far too many clothes, stacks of...
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