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StoryThe Other Woman gingeresque96 years 9 months ago
StoryFire gingeresque110 years 3 weeks ago
StoryReturn gingeresque010 years 3 weeks ago
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StoryDecember Rain gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
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StoryCried the Night Together gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
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StoryConnection gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryConfessions of A Desk Girl gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryComparing Wounds gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryCoffee gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryClown gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryCheers, Darling gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryCheated gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
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StoryCairo gingeresque610 years 9 months ago
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StoryBreathe Again gingeresque010 years 9 months ago
StoryBleed gingeresque010 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Return

Oh no not this again You would not leave my side I begged, pleaded you to go And you did without looking back Not this shallow bed with forlorn...
Cherry

Fire

You have to understand that I've given up this boat has rocked back and forth drifting without an anchor for a year now And you seem fine You fit the...
Story of the week

The Other Woman

I sat on the bench outside, wrote ‘you’re stronger than you think’ onto my skin, but it was no use. You had me, I was your compass, your Northern star.
Poem of the week

Life After You

The sudden gasp of air Like a drowning man in the sea The bittersweet taste of new life after you left me every night i drink cheap wine my youth, full hips, thick hair
Cherry

The Kindness of Strangers

Dina came rising out of the dark with a wooden plank across her back like Jesus Christ on the crucifix.

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