fey_mouse
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Hear still | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In Safeways Between Two Smiles | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Going without natural light | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Heart is a rented room | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | In answer | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Groping for words about H's demo tape | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | E) I am | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Foggy Sunday (Dec !) | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Down | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | E is for emotion | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Failing To Think About Trees..............11 | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Different Kinds Of Music....................10 | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Escaping to between........................22 | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | For A Mark Of Kindness | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Evening Out | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Free | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Down In The Woods | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Ethics | fey_mouse | 0 | 10 years 10 months ago |
My stories
In Safeways Between Two Smiles
I see her eyes light up and follow them: a baby in a trolley seat looks past the bright shiny plastic shapes strung by doting parents before his eyes...
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- 743 reads
Evening Out
Day gathers in till the space around me seems all that's left awake. Round the field bare earth welt through green pelt of dew secret grass I walk...
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- 677 reads
Salt
It was a cliff the time between my birth and meeting you. Then you came like the sea everyday the tide would be in lapping at the stone face turning...
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- 634 reads
Hear still
Your primsoses are out, the foxgloves over a foot tall now; forgetmenots I didn't sow are blue and beesy in the warm breeze. The whitbeam over your...
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- 760 reads
Circus comes to town
Thick fur heat opalescant, opaque if stroked would spark echoes of electricity. Above tight and quiet the big top's skin is near and heavy. Soft...
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- 856 reads