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CollectionFat Albert and other stories gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionGirl, corrupted gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionA pretty dressed ugly face gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionLilie gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionLearning to Run gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionLove in a Revolution gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionCorniche El Nil- A collection of Stories on Cairo gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
CollectionLife Ends At Twenty Four gingeresque012 years 6 months ago
StoryLife After You gingeresque012 years 7 months ago
StoryUnwritten gingeresque212 years 8 months ago
StoryWillpower gingeresque112 years 8 months ago
StoryWrong Side gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryYou Say All The Wrong Things gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWelcome to Cairo gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWe Watched The Sea gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWhy women like me should not be allowed to drive gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWheels Baby! gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryYou're Not Him gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWe Never Talked gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryVanilla gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryYour mirror gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryView gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWater in Chrissie gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryWomen are hypocrites gingeresque012 years 8 months ago
StoryZeinab's cafe gingeresque012 years 8 months ago

My stories

Story of the week

Monster

Like a burning flame cradled between her hands, you lit her up. You were made together, and together you made a beautiful mess
Cherry

Unwritten

I run miles on sand but never get far enough away from you I'm writing fervent, feverish letters in my head all the things I never said

Rock/ Paper

You are a noun, verb, adjective to me the words in the book I never wrote the loving way the sentences curled into each other like waves you and me under the sheet I watch you sleep
Cherry

Leila - February 9, 2011

This means nothing. But then I found that I’d stopped breathing since he’d first touched me, and my heart was in my mouth and my ears bursting with the noise in my head
Cherry

Avocado

The avocado sits on the wooden cutting board, ripe and ready to be eaten. I could spoon Dijon mustard onto it, a little salt and lemon and eat it up, standing there in my quiet kitchen, alone.

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