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StoryNo Time for Space smokejack54 years 4 months ago
StoryDancing christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
StoryComing Home christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
StoryBus Stop In the Rain christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
StoryBig Time Boys christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
StoryAfter all these years christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
CollectionLife Part Two christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
CollectionTall Tales christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
CollectionSongs of Life christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales christajoyce012 years 11 months ago
StoryWaiting christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryWoman of The Sad Tale christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryYou're Dead christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryThursdays Child christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryLocked Box christajoyce113 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Art of Kissing Concrete christajoyce213 years 1 month ago
StoryTrue Love christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryResult christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryPayback christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryOut of the Mouths of babes christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryLitter Bug christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryThey Told me christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryUnnoticed christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryReverse christajoyce013 years 1 month ago
StoryLittle Fishy christajoyce013 years 1 month ago

My stories

Thursdays Child

Two days late you were Little bull baby Breaking your mother’s back and your sister’s heart. Thursday’s child you were With far to go in the world In search of new horizons

Locked Box

I used to have a locked box into which I tipped all pain but when I opened it to add it all leaked out again. So now it's filled with giggles some smiles and a laugh or two

The Art of Kissing Concrete

I fell for you.... and in return you stole my senses. I lay prostrate feeling your cold hardness as you tore at my clothes and my flesh. You ruined me... And afterwards I rose unsteadily
Cherry

Letters to a Dead Man

I can’t believe I am writing a letter to a dead man. It’s crazy. It’s not like I really knew you.

Red

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