judith_morgan
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Desert | judith_morgan | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | For My Children | judith_morgan | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Dust and Bones | judith_morgan | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Echoes in Stone | judith_morgan | 0 | 12 years 5 months ago |
My stories
Grow
Grainy mortar, once cleaving bricks together, crumbles easily between thumb and forefinger and chipped remnants of bricks are scattered on the ground...
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- 577 reads
Belting
Belting All around there were the usual pre-breakfast echoes, the odd shuffle someone clearing a throat blowing a nose. There was one woman on the...
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- 587 reads
Intimacy
Intimacy Naked in the night house, the dim cast of orange gold light follows the curve of your neck, your back, your buttocks, your legs as you pause...
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- 550 reads
Echoes in Stone
Echoes in Stone The sculptor's hands, dry and cracked from effort and dust, move over the stone, hewing, smoothing, rubbing fingers brushing off the...
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- 555 reads