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StoryDead Famous, Famous Dead gletherby28 years 6 months ago
StoryRemembrance elz38 years 6 months ago
StoryHolding Hands With Number One gletherby108 years 6 months ago
StoryAddicted to . . . Love gletherby28 years 7 months ago
StoryBuzzed Off Bee368 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat Seems to be the Problem? Silver Spun Sand88 years 11 months ago
StoryOlder than Dad gletherby108 years 11 months ago
StoryOne truly exceptional bowel movement Jim Webster168 years 11 months ago
StorySurprises gletherby09 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Princess and the Mushy Peas gletherby59 years 1 week ago
StoryCanterbury Tales gletherby29 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Money Box Murder gletherby09 years 1 month ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee259 years 4 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby139 years 4 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 5 airyfairy49 years 4 months ago
StoryAway Match gletherby09 years 4 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand69 years 4 months ago
StoryLook Back In Ongar Paul Annon129 years 4 months ago
StoryPrivate Parts and Secret Places gletherby09 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Author Robert Levin310 years 4 months ago
StoryThank You For The Days gletherby010 years 4 months ago
StoryLet's Pretend it's the Ritz gletherby510 years 4 months ago
StorySense and Insensibility gletherby210 years 4 months ago

My stories

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Sticks and Stones

Once, not that long ago, in a land, not that far away, there lived a man, who worked very hard. He dedicated his life to fighting injustice and was...

Dead Famous, Famous Dead

I almost bumped into my latest celebrity crush the other day at Birmingham New Street railway station. I’ll not give the name. Far too embarrassing...
Gold cherry

Wish You Were Here (yma whans dhym ty dhe vos omma)

The summer Ruth spends in Cornwall is glorious. She stays with her Aunt Jane, her mother’s younger sister, who, with her husband Roger, moved to St...
Cherry

Holding Hands With Number One

One of the things I miss most is having no one to hold hands with. When I first met my (second, now late) husband John I remember being surprised and...

Addicted to . . . Love

He drank three times as much as me during our first date. ‘Yes please,’ I replied when twice he asked if I wanted crisps or nuts with my wine. He...

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