Tags Countryside
On My Drive HomeA Poem by WicahpiA Minute Poem |
Inevitable emigrationA Story by txutxeJuana and her family have to move to Barcelona seeking for a better way of life. The deep economical problems that Spain is going through in the 70's .. |
A Prisoner of DartmoorA Book by tynamiteA WWII diary of an evacuee. |
Zippy CountrysideA Poem by RamyaI have always loved country life...the people, food, animals, cottages, roads and the green. Everything about it is so enticing! |
Country LanesA Poem by Jaden LarkerWrote this whilst watching the sun set over a field. |
Riding through England.A Story by Ken Simm.A Confounded letter of what I am. |
A Winter;s Morning.A Chapter by Peter MaughanWinter breaking in an English, West Country vally. |
Cold ComfortA Chapter by Peter MaughanTalk of a winters past in the village pub |
The Back of Whoknowswhere!A Poem by David Lewis PagetI’d had a spat with my only love So I set out in the car, She said, ‘Well, where are you going to?’ I answered, ‘.. |
Dreaming MeadowsA Poem by TrimarcoRansomeMy inspiration comes from two sources, people and nature, this a mix of the both, make of it what you will! |
The Crossroads’ EnchantmentA Story by TKBickelThe Crossroads’ Enchantment I find myself spellbound at the center of the dusty crossroads. A passerby might wonder if I'm here to t.. |
Leap of FaithA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘There has to be something more than this,’ She said, with a thoughtful frown, Standing over the farmhouse sink And the d.. |
A Home In The CountrysideA Poem by Ib*A poem about the peacful life in the contryside |
LIZBETH' SECOND VISIT.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUNG GIRL AND HER QUEST FOR A YOUNG BOY. |
LIZBETH'S THIRD VISIT.A Poem by Terry CollettA 14YR OLD GIRL AND BOY GO TO A SMALL COUNTRYSIDE CHURCH.HE TO VIEW THE CHURCH. SHE TO HAVE HER FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE THERE. |
LIZBETH PRETENDS.A Story by Terry CollettA 13YR OLD GIRL ONE SATURDAY IN 1961 AND HER THOUGHTS AND DESIRES AND WANTS AND IMAGINATIONS OVER A BOY SHE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH BUT WHO WON'T. |
Chapter 5A Chapter by SusieMy hands raised with scratches. But they were not quite bad enough to complain about, unfortunately.Year after year, whoever was home was roped into t.. |
The Big Black Dog in the YardA Poem by David Lewis PagetThey’d gone to live in an old stone house On the further side of a hill, ‘You’ll come to enjoy the countryside.’ .. |