My Stories
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The door at the back of the room suddenly swung open and a tall thin young man stepped out carrying a jug and a dirty rag. He looked at Oria and then hurried over to the sick s
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Distant slippery footsteps could be heard down the narrow terrace of houses. Only just to be heard over the heavy patter of the never-ending rain. The blue moon shone over the
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Gwen and Josh had been in the quarry together all day long. The summer sun burnt their tender skin as they sat in each others caring arms. They sat and watched the sun set as i
My Poetry
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I was hoping you would read this;
I need to tell you how I feel.
<100 words, 4 comments,
August 18, 2004. In 0, 21, 8
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Agh! Oh no! This monkey’s chewing on my shoe!
Help me! Help me! What should I do?
<100 words, 16 comments,
June 21, 2003. In 0, 10, 2
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I can hear the laughing now.
It's like a splinter in my head.
<100 words, 4 comments,
June 4, 2003. In 0, 13, 10
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