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The demise of Tiddles

The day old Daisy’s cat got stuck up the tree, the fire brigade were on strike, so it was the army attending in their huge fire trucks known as green goddess’s. They were wonde

100 words, 10 comments, January 13, 2005. In <200 lines, Humor
Becky (short story)

Becky smiled, it was ironic really that in the face of all that had happened over the last twelve months, that she could even muster up the strength.
Doctor Brannon stared d

700 words, 10 comments, December 19, 2004. In <200 lines, Other
Heavy Breathing

100 words, 10 comments, December 6, 2004. In <200 lines, Humor
Hot Lips

How I Earned My Nickname (hot lips)
It was the final year of school when the new boy arrived. He was gorgeous and every girl in my class (including me) had the hots for him.

300 words, 11 comments, September 30, 2004. In <200 lines, Inspirational

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Season of sadness

As cold and naked as the arms held aloft I slowly wandered through your avenue

<100 words, 5 comments, December 9, 2007. In Hope, Personal, Nature
Never Stop Searching For Her

In the midst of shadows / Lies the pain of what’s not known / Where our deepest darkest fears / And anxieties are grown / But also in that darkness / A little angel lives alone / Looking for lost innocents / W

<100 words, 4 comments, June 13, 2007. In Thoughts
Terror

“They” were coming. I wasn’t sure who “they” were, only that I was terrified of them. Running didn’t help; if my speed increased so did the length of the shadows behind, my legs felt weak as though filled with jelly and glue.

<100 words, 3 comments, May 4, 2007

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Season of sadness at allpoetry
As cold and naked as the arms held aloft I slowly wandered through your avenue
Never Stop Searching For Her at allpoetry
In the midst of shadows / Lies the pain of what’s not known / Where our deepest darkest fears / And anxieties are grown / But also in that darkness / A little angel lives alone / Looking for lost innocents / W
Terror at allpoetry
“They” were coming. I wasn’t sure who “they” were, only that I was terrified of them. Running didn’t help; if my speed increased so did the length of the shadows behind, my legs felt weak as though filled with jelly and glue.