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StoryTrilobite bosch27 years 7 months ago
Storypanjandrums celticman77 years 8 months ago
Storytwelve noon celticman177 years 8 months ago
StoryZ bosch37 years 9 months ago
Storytwo-faced celticman117 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Maiden and the Maze rosaliekempthorne57 years 11 months ago
StoryA Ceiling Bas-Relief bosch27 years 11 months ago
StoryIn your shoes Di_Hard128 years 1 week ago
StoryMates bosch08 years 1 week ago
StoryTo You, Now bosch28 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThem london_calling7948 years 2 weeks ago
Storylookers celticman168 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA-Yes, You bosch18 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Days, Fridays bosch48 years 1 month ago
StoryCollaboration bosch88 years 2 months ago
StoryA BRACING STORY Alice Hamilton108 years 3 months ago
StoryIN THE GARDEN Alice Hamilton178 years 3 months ago
StoryDog bosch08 years 3 months ago
StoryEXTRACTION! Denzella78 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 14 blighters rock28 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls blighters rock88 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 13 blighters rock108 years 3 months ago
StorySecrets and Ties! IP 'Secrets' 909 Words Denzella168 years 3 months ago
StoryMessages (revised) bosch38 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Church of Lost Souls 12 blighters rock18 years 3 months ago

My stories

A Ceiling Bas-Relief

A CEILING BAS-RELIEF the Fontaine House 1. 1850. To typhus, the only boy of a tinsmith, lost. Off to the side of the mourning, swinging its neck, the...

Trilobite

Lisa called from a mineral shop In Nashville--a trilobite. I gave a long-held, treasured one, To R., later replaced it in Taos, Which became a gift...
Cherry

I Called Z Passably Pretty

And she was unhappy about it. I am either pretty, or beautiful, your choice. But you've always called me the latter, And so with you, in the sanctity...

Z

When I picture you, I see a little Girl, black-haired, chewing her lip. Serious, working to create A password to open up the world-- To recognize you...

Mates

I asked the boys, A rough circle of twelve Fifteen-year-olds, Triangles of sweat Soaking the backs of their shirts, Two hours just done In the July...

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