the gunslinging american

“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow" -Ted Bundy
Cherry

Children of the Narrow Streets

On the street children of Johannesburg.

Welcome to the Sun

Rev your engines Let's do this Welcome to band and choir Gym drop pass sign Let's make some noise SOK week Jersey star ribbon Hard hats top the crowd Sunflowers Lollipops

A Moment of Joy

A dance thats holds him, years later.

Protections

who is gods that protected us

Love's not here Any more.

What's happening to us? I cant stand the pain, Knifes chastise.. ripping through the despair. insults entwining, flowing profoundly as rain, lust and longing, gone like the wind..
Cherry

at the "salon"

no greek aphorisms powdered whigs, Prufrockian cracked crab claws, corsets, poets, exalted aristocrats, or jurassic scientists demonstrating the new views from the amazing telescope
Cherry

Poppies for my daughter

Re-write of last year's version -not at all sure about poem but determined to crack the `add image' option. Hope it works...
Cherry

My dead diary - parties

A story with 200-word episodes. In which there is much drinking and inappropriate behaviour but not very much plot.

the egg family title Edwards sleepover

another egg family story, this ones about Edwards sleepover with two of his friends, i do hope you like my stories.

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