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StoryHow do you forgive a parent? ladybell281 week 16 hours ago
StoryDear daydream, ladybell01 month 2 weeks ago
StoryNot enough ladybell02 months 2 weeks ago
StorySky gods ladybell52 months 2 weeks ago
StorySometimes... ladybell12 months 2 weeks ago
StoryCasual conversations ladybell15 months 2 weeks ago
StoryFriendships in college ladybell510 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe moon’s lost stars ladybell110 months 3 weeks ago
StoryLola’s Fantastic Adventures and Dreams (Part 2) ladybell111 months 1 week ago
StoryLola's Fantastic Adventures and Dreams ladybell211 months 1 week ago
StoryAn ode to my 20-year old self ladybell012 months 3 days ago
StoryLeave-taking ladybell11 year 4 days ago
StoryThe Watchman ladybell01 year 4 months ago
Storyon growing old ladybell11 year 9 months ago
Storythe look she gave ladybell11 year 9 months ago
StoryLuckless nights ladybell22 years 2 months ago
StoryBabur ladybell12 years 6 months ago
Storymusings ladybell12 years 6 months ago
Storysongs ladybell02 years 9 months ago
Storynew age ladybell32 years 10 months ago
Storyunsent letter to my father ladybell02 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Mother And I Agree On Something airyfairy183 years 6 months ago
Storya poem for my first love's death ladybell03 years 6 months ago
Storymusings ladybell13 years 6 months ago
StoryTabitha's Garden ladybell43 years 9 months ago

My stories

An ode to my 20-year old self

When the day taunts you with bad weather Bolt the doors and windows to save your temper Don’t play the game of guessing You will lose every round...


Saying goodbye at early dawn is less lonely than saying goodbye at full sunrise just when glowing street lights warm the cold pavements and tiptoe in...

The Watchman

What stories would the watchman tell of men and circumstance by midnight or early dawn? he’d tell you about the others standing behind glass doors...

on growing old

in the midst of a tumultuous crowd my eye wanders to lone spaces longing for rest spinning yellow lights swiftly pass by stolid towers. the soft...

the look she gave

My feet had barely touched the landing - yet there she is again trailing behind me with those eyes For the fifth time today I stood in front of the...