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StoryFish Abuse jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryDon't Touch jennifer012 years 10 months ago
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StoryFrightened Teddy-bears jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryG) Ex-Girlfriend Ghost jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryEasy like breathing I'm leaving you jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Impressions jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryEasy (Slow Like Honey) jennifer012 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Dreaming... littleditty613 years 1 week ago
StoryTandoori under the Moon littleditty1113 years 1 week ago
StoryIridology littleditty413 years 3 weeks ago
StoryBrass Frottage littleditty1313 years 1 month ago
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StorySurfer's Winter Tonic littleditty313 years 2 months ago
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StoryMerry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence Silver Spun Sand1013 years 4 months ago
StoryClew lenchenelf613 years 5 months ago
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StoryNothing to prove hoalarg1513 years 9 months ago
StoryFrom the top deck lenchenelf213 years 9 months ago
StoryEtching The Surface lenchenelf413 years 9 months ago
StoryDAY'S END poem Richard L. Prov...213 years 10 months ago
StoryTHE PRAWN SANDWICH Linda Wigzell Cress713 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Words

Words (26th August, 2011) I can’t promise you anything but words: Of those, I have an endless supply; They come, they press, they beg to be Upon my screen, out of my mind.
Cherry

Let's Start Again

Competition Entry
Cherry

Paper Proof

Paper Proof (4th April, 2011) Raw pain like an itch I can’t reach, so close, on the inside; it’s where I breathe, deep; it’s where my heart beats. These words are not for your ears
Cherry

Rain Blood

Rain Blood (4th April, 2011) This is the kitchen of memories; broken china pieces under bare feet of crying babies. Don’t sweep before you grieve; the door swings open like

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