Bruises on the uneaten apple by Sheepyblue 'He was a horrid man,' she said 'a horrid, horrid man.'
Too big for dreaming. by Sheepyblue Just some personal poetry, because theoretically it's all fine.
Who listens? by Sheepyblue A holiday, an abandoned house and a boy who can't quite connect. A short story
Lights across the harbour by Sheepyblue ‘You’re a child.’ ‘A clever one though.’ A character piece for fun
The things which aren't there by Sheepyblue Nobody misses them, do they? A piece of flash fiction for the prompt beach.
On Tonight's Programme by Sheepyblue This was my entry for the Tower Poetry competition, the prompt being News
These trials don't prepare the air for love by Sheepyblue This is a short extract from my novella 'Grenade Hearts'
No, we can't go back by Sheepyblue Writing prompt: Write about a character trying to find their way home. Is it really what you want? - An Adrian Story
Tangled Normalcy by Sheepyblue Chapter one of a story I may or not continue. Set in American during the 1930s, inspired by Of Mice and Men
Top 5 things not to do in school.... by Sheepyblue Honestly, these are important and valuable rules that should be obeyed absolutely.... Just a quick piece for the challenge
Give Me A Shot At The Night by Sheepyblue 'Seriously, stop working. Come on, let’s talk about what it would be like if the world was square' - A Joni and Adrian story
Junk Mail by Sheepyblue Some things are hard to adjust to. Some times it's difficult to accept something is yours.
An A* to Zee Guide to Success by Sheepyblue 'Ignite your engines parked cars, let's watch overpopulation and poverty slosh away like excess bath water'. An article
Glittering Stars by Sheepyblue Remember, not all that sparkles is gold - it's probably just tacky glitter. An attempt at an article/non fiction
By the Pool by Sheepyblue 'Wonderful creations, cobwebs. They provide food for one and keep me off the streets.’ For the RW challenge, ~a (Victorian) Adrian story.
The White Room by Sheepyblue Set in a Utopian future. A faulty child is brought to the Rown house to get a second chance, as after all, a negative will become positive.
Grenade Hearts: part one by Sheepyblue A diary based story on the relationship between two quite different people. ‘We’re wronging our sides, But righting our battle wounds.'
Quiet Blue Mornings by Sheepyblue Just a piece inspired by a place. 'All night the windows watched the waves and the ferries roll in and out...'
Enemy Territory by Sheepyblue Adrenalin pumps through veins like an exploding coke bottle. I stay low and dark; part of the night.A poem to go with a story I'm working on
Grenade Hearts by Sheepyblue Draw back, clasp gun, peek in the moonlight.Tanned skin, wild hair, grenade, trademark grin. It's what war does to you
Revolution in the Antiques Market by Sheepyblue He was dreaming of paper, ink and pens and marks which couldn’t be erased... and his father warned him he'd end up with psychiatrics
Clingfilm by Sheepyblue Diamonds are forever... until they chip. A poem. Companion piece to 'The Wife' but you don't need to read that first
Dress and Boots by Sheepyblue Just a quick little character sketch. Somewhat related to the 'Adrian stories'
What we'll never do... by Sheepyblue People are probably thinking it’s some student/teacher relationship, with the way she’s acting..... An Adrian story
Vegas? by Sheepyblue Friendships are difficult affairs, and make for some very interesting ear-wigging. A Jaz and Ara story.
On its own accord by Sheepyblue Removing all distractions is very difficult when one is part of you. A random piece that came into my head whilst being distracted.
Practicing Pretend by LostViolet Disclaimer: Not about puppies and bunnies. A fictional account, touching on the subject of molestation.
Talents by Riddlefox "Why aren't you fast as you used to be?" "Huh? I'm...Oh..." "Dude, come on, game time." "Uh, yeah sure" "You're our chance at victory" "..."
Face Forward Down and Out by Guy About the challenge of walking tall or being lost in the magic of words
Pouring Passion into Empowerment by Brenda Nixon, M.A. How my passion for education turned into truth-telling and sharing accuracy about the insular Amish.
It Hurts by siennawells "Sometimes we refuse to let go of the things that make us sad, because they were once the only thing that made us happy."
things that make me uncomfortable by fka jay in light of the recent events with regards to people like me
Can readers get it wrong? by banana_the_poet Sometimes the writer is right and the reader is wrong.
The year of the Women Feminism • by sallycross Award Season is almost over... and the women killed it