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StorySecrets evancromwell08 years 6 days ago
StoryNot Even Close evancromwell08 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Man Who Got a Job evancromwell08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLiving as an animal evancromwell08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWould you lie here next to me? evancromwell08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKhan's song evancromwell78 years 2 weeks ago
StorySatan is my master evancromwell08 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI'm not scared of shit evancromwell38 years 3 weeks ago
StoryMadness evancromwell08 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Blood of Prometheus evancromwell28 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI am severely bipolar and I cannot be helped evancromwell08 years 3 weeks ago
Storyi am severely bipolar and i need no help evancromwell08 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI Fell evancromwell08 years 2 months ago
StoryDead Gods of Causality evancromwell08 years 2 months ago
StoryPatience is her Gift evancromwell08 years 3 months ago
StoryOde to a Bench evancromwell18 years 3 months ago
StoryThat time I met God evancromwell18 years 3 months ago
StoryLove and Drugs evancromwell18 years 3 months ago
StoryDaily Chores evancromwell08 years 3 months ago
StoryDying for a Friend evancromwell08 years 4 months ago
StoryI'm Sorry Mom evancromwell08 years 4 months ago
StoryBeware the Other evancromwell08 years 4 months ago
StoryFun House Mirrors evancromwell18 years 4 months ago
StoryCement and Pavement evancromwell18 years 4 months ago

My stories

I Fell

I broke my finger falling out a tree Everything seemed so strange suddenly I can not play guitar without my finger And I can not start a band without...

Dead Gods of Causality

Science and the churches pray to gods of causality This thing happens, then that The gods say we should plan With a little effort and know-how we can...

Patience is her Gift

Patience is her gift to me Like any good gift, I question if it was always mine. But I know it could not be, For I hold no such power within me. It...

Ode to a Bench

8 A.M. – 9 A.M. I remind myself not to be thirsty. I’ll never get a girl that way. The educated part of me recognizes the irony in that, and I want...

Love and Drugs

She loved booze, uppers and psychedelics I loved weed, uppers and psychedelics At first shit worked out We’d go dancing in the rain, she’d paint as I...

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