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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Kay Too | maudsy | 5 | 3 years 1 week ago |
| Story | XIX | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 2 months ago |
| Story | XX | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 2 months ago |
| Story | XVIII | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 2 months ago |
| Story | XVII | john_silver | 1 | 7 years 2 months ago |
| Story | XVI | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | XV | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | XIV | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | XIII | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | XII | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | XI | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | X | john_silver | 1 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | IX | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | VIII | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | VII | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | VI | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | I | john_silver | 2 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | V | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | IV | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | III | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | II | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Collection | ἀρετή | john_silver | 0 | 7 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Hellenic Park | john_silver | 0 | 9 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Cheap lighter | john_silver | 0 | 9 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Men would quake in their opium hearts | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 9 years 11 months ago |
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XX
My darling, my voice, I would sit here with you until my body exhausts its reserves of sense and numbness. But I already know you will leave or I...
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- 548 reads
XIX
Ultimately there is a bench for everything in this life. A bench to play chess, cards, talk, or trade silences. A bench to find adjectives that...
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- 951 reads
XVIII
I came such a long way past the city gates over the insomniac's bridge rested in the port of fireflies. I journeyed sunstruck hallucinating trailing...
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- 620 reads
XVII
I have seen God, she passed and rested her eye on my heart and I don't know what she thought. Nor did she speak. Confronting that pregnant silence I...
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- 754 reads
XVI
Thrills are greater in expectation than revelation, this is true for everything in the world's compendium and even for gods. Yet gods are no less...
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- 575 reads