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StoryD: Waiting by the phone kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
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StoryC: The phone kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryC: Revenge is Sometimes Satisfying kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryC: Broken Blue Eyes kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryBeing Honest kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryB: Lonely people 2 kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryB: A pupil kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryB: Chapter 1 (start) kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Angel Once Flew kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryA:I walk amongst kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
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StoryA: Lonely People kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
Storya seven week wait kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryA human tale kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
StoryA dream kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
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CollectionThe dreaming kearan_jazz012 years 3 months ago
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Storywater falls inside my mind kearan_jazz012 years 4 months ago
Storytonight i miss you kearan_jazz012 years 4 months ago

My stories

Descent

First 3 paragraphs of a tale dealing with a mental asylum, loss of memory and a smoking ban. "I suppose it was inevitable that giving up the one thing I knew was right would make it all seem so much worse but it was also the only thing I remember doing before I woke up here 9 days ago with no discernable memory, a slightly charred bespoke black suit, a nearly full pack of Malboro, and a silver zippo. "

E: No Angels

Over too quickly

D: Lightbulb Changing

Exercise in making changing a lightbulb interesting

D: Waiting by the phone

Breaking up is hard

C: Broken Blue Eyes

Dark days will come and fade, A glimpse of beauty will remain, Feelings high and then so low, From pure happiness To untamed wilderness I must go...

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