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StoryTwo Legs Terrence Oblong39 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (13) rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (8) rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
Storyblack dwarf JupiterMoon49 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (6) rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (5) rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (4) rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (2) rosaliekempthorne39 years 10 months ago
StoryJust Past Three in the Morning (1) rosaliekempthorne39 years 10 months ago
CollectionJust Past Three in the Morning rosaliekempthorne09 years 10 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: Some Words About my Father rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryMindy Unsworth: That Night around the Bonfire rosaliekempthorne29 years 11 months ago
StoryDad's at Home hudsonmoon79 years 11 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 4) rosaliekempthorne29 years 11 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 3) rosaliekempthorne19 years 11 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 2) rosaliekempthorne29 years 11 months ago
StoryAll About Luck (Part 1) rosaliekempthorne19 years 11 months ago
CollectionAll About Luck rosaliekempthorne09 years 11 months ago
StoryPerfect Penny rosaliekempthorne19 years 12 months ago
StoryNithawene rosaliekempthorne410 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Buzzing in my Head rosaliekempthorne510 years 1 week ago
StoryHAL 2104 and Dave. Hal 2104310 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIron Moon rosaliekempthorne410 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWe Blink Ewan210 years 1 month ago
StoryStory rosaliekempthorne110 years 2 months ago

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Cherry

Fire-Touched Magenta

Soft hands, Your hands, The remembered touch is carried in skin; Old-fashioned fire in the fireplace, Turns the colour of the quilt into something...
Gold cherry

Fire Engine Red

Cacophony. It never ends. Whirring, whirring, louder, louder, Screeching. Scrawling. An arrowhead of sound, really, Fired down the street, Straight,...

Bright Yellow

Who are you, yellow roof? In amidst this tumble of greys and browns and ochres. Are you meant to be the sunshine? A pot of gold? A wedge of cheese?...
Gold cherry
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Bobby-Joe-George

I look out my window. I sit in the window seat and gaze down over the pavement. Five storeys up and it’s hard to see if there is moss growing in any...
Cherry

Red Roof on Rumble

I can see my other house from here. Or at least I can see the tip of it, the sharp tooth of red colour-steel cutting a chunk out of blue sky. A...

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