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StoryIs Time Travel Possible? Tom Brown44 years 11 months ago
StoryStarting Again Slater05 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 4.5) Slater15 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades Chapter 4 Slater15 years 1 month ago
StoryStars Slater05 years 1 month ago
StoryChapter One rosaliekempthorne35 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 3.5) Slater15 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 1) Slater35 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 1.5) Slater35 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 2.5) Slater15 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 3) Slater25 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Chipped Cup YaseminB35 years 1 month ago
StoryOn The Edge of Blades (Chapter 2) Slater15 years 1 month ago
StoryWhile walking the dogs I thought about love bhi25 years 1 month ago
Storyand another thing Terrence Oblong45 years 1 month ago
StoryOf Crowns and Ashes (Chapter 1) Slater45 years 1 month ago
CollectionMiscellaneous Shorts Slater05 years 1 month ago
StorySomewhere Balloon Slater55 years 1 month ago
StoryChair Slater05 years 1 month ago
StoryWedding Days mcscraic25 years 1 month ago
StoryThere Is Richard L. Prov...35 years 1 month ago
CollectionOf Crowns and Ashes Slater05 years 1 month ago
CollectionOn The Edge of Blades Slater05 years 1 month ago
StoryFlowers Slater05 years 1 month ago
CollectionPoems Slater05 years 1 month ago

My stories

Chair

The oblique crimson flooring enveloped the feet, Feet nailed as slave to master. Cast iron stewards so slender in size, Captured and bound the dark...

Of Crowns and Ashes (Chapter 1)

“When war is young, and red wind’s cloak burns, and the sun fallen from the clouds, he born alone on the seventh hour of the brightest day will claim...

Flowers

Broken stems, Crumpled petals, Leaves cast without a clue. Rotting roots, Spurned seeds, Colors overdone, yet overdue. Cracked stone, Chiseled...

Somewhere Balloon

Someday Balloon, You will be mine, I’ll find you, Red and drifting and torn in a hundred places, Lying on the ground, Drowning beneath the sea, Or...

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