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StoryAs if we never were... purplethunder110 years 9 months ago
StoryAll the lonely people purplethunder010 years 9 months ago
StoryAll i ever wanted to be... purplethunder210 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat use have we of language today? purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryWithout You [warning: might be a little TOO romantic :)] purplethunder110 years 11 months ago
StoryPossessions (This country isn't mine, This country isn't yours) purplethunder110 years 11 months ago
Storysilent misery. purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Fool that Falls in Love purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Secret of Secrets purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Fear of Fear purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StorySecrets purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryIt ain't gonna get any easier purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryI wish I were beautiful purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryHundredth Death purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryI know what a heartbreak is purplethunder410 years 11 months ago
StoryFREEDOM purplethunder210 years 11 months ago
StoryDepression purplethunder110 years 11 months ago
StoryDiary of an Accidental Killer - PART 1 purplethunder010 years 11 months ago
StoryLies of the Lamb purplethunder312 years 10 months ago
StoryNowhere is quite as warm as yesterday purplethunder312 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

FREEDOM

Freedom, what is your cage? Why is it that you no longer sing? What of your captor, can he not gauge The happiness that your melodies bring? Freedom, why are your wings tethered?

silent misery.

I scourge for your face in every passerby And when it is not you, I slowly die And am reborn by the hope that perchance The next might bear your resemblance...

What use have we of language today?

What use have we of language today When we are content to say what we need to say By the touch of a hand or the twitch of the face By the clenching of a fist or a quickening of pace

The Fool that Falls in Love

Yes, there are more important things than love to be had, Like water and air and bread But what does one fool do when he has had toast to eat,

The Secret of Secrets

I: I wonder at secrets sometimes- Fickle-minded fellows that remain quiet awhile Till a soft word from fate undoes them And then they come away, scattered, nude, bare and plain.

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