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StoryYellow Sky ledlevee09 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Biggest Mysteries ledlevee09 years 5 months ago
StoryBeneath the Trees ledlevee09 years 5 months ago
StoryTimeless ledlevee49 years 6 months ago
StoryFor You ledlevee19 years 8 months ago
StoryOur Songs ledlevee49 years 8 months ago
StoryAfterlife ledlevee013 years 4 days ago
StoryDaydream in Color ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Screams of Art ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Flaming Candy ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Higher ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Cut Off ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Pain Reliever ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Gin and Tonic ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Horror ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryD- Soul Fire ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- The Game ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- The Eyes of a Stranger ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Self Medication ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Self-Inflicted Metaphysical Lobotomy ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Suicide Life ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Miscommunication ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Desperation Tavern ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryC- Alice&;#8217;s Purgatory ledlevee013 years 2 months ago
StoryBullethead Blues ledlevee013 years 2 months ago

My stories

Yellow Sky

Sometimes after storms, the sky turns yellow as the sun pushes its way through cracks in clouds, and lush trees and other greens are basked in a...
1 likes

The Biggest Mysteries

What exists in the space between stars? In the nothing beyond them? In the holes in our mental maps? What gives us our weight? Causes objects to fall...

Beneath the Trees

The trees are old here. They whisper their secrets through the wind into the park below as they whispered them so long ago to ears now lost in the...
Gold cherry

Timeless

At night I look up, when I’m taking out the trash or returning home from shopping, and I see the stars shining their ancient signals. I lose myself...
2 likes

For You

When the dust of worry spreads a thin layer of gray across your bedroom floor, I’ll be there to sweep until my feet get tired and my back aches. I’ll...

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