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StoryA PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS YaseminB23 years 1 week ago
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StoryHER NAME IS GRACE YaseminB13 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFreddie Missing YaseminB33 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMy Mother And I Agree On Something airyfairy183 years 3 weeks ago
StoryLIVING OUT OF SUITCASES YaseminB23 years 1 month ago
StoryTIME’S LOOM YaseminB13 years 1 month ago
StoryMedieval Minds YaseminB33 years 1 month ago
StorySpanish Dream YaseminB13 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Ghost Queen. Ladylily93 years 1 month ago
StoryPurple YaseminB53 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Future Beyond Capitalism YaseminB23 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Poetry hedgehog193 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Chipped Cup YaseminB23 years 1 month ago
StoryBristol Blue Glass Noo173 years 2 months ago
StoryManchester Tears Norbert6633 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Urban Fox YaseminB13 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Foreign Language YaseminB23 years 2 months ago
StoryBleeding Hearts YaseminB03 years 2 months ago
StoryMother Duck Moira YaseminB03 years 2 months ago
StoryHilltop high hoalarg123 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Artist YaseminB13 years 3 months ago
StoryFull Of Trix skinner_jennifer103 years 3 months ago
StoryCold Call Philip Sidney143 years 3 months ago
StoryBricks and water YaseminB23 years 3 months ago

My stories

The Hem of This Dress

“The hem of this dress must be addressed!” Said the Master tailor; The material scintillating Under his looking glass. “This is silk!” Protested the...

OCTOBER WITH A DIFFERENCE

OCTOBER WITH A DIFFERENCE Sunlight span in Gossamers In October. Winter is just around the corner. Dahlias sing a dulcet song Yet! Yet! Yet. Rosehips...

THE LOST PRINCESS

I felt his susurrus Under my feet The world as I had known it before Is nullified Stranger still is This feeling of not being quite mortified Mortem...

WHEN YOU LEFT

When You Left When you left, it was midsummer Oh your hoity demeanor Yet a vacuum in me, you left. A you shaped phantom Mixed in pipe smoke In my...

Sublimely Suburban Sparrow

Sublimely Suburban Sparrow She sings in high notes Each morn. Her voice Mellifluous, though breaks heart. Over us, she keeps sentinel. Suburbia will...

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