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StoryYellow Sky ledlevee08 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Biggest Mysteries ledlevee08 years 4 months ago
StoryBeneath the Trees ledlevee08 years 5 months ago
StoryTimeless ledlevee48 years 5 months ago
StoryFor You ledlevee18 years 7 months ago
StoryOur Songs ledlevee48 years 7 months ago
StoryAfterlife ledlevee011 years 11 months ago
StoryDaydream in Color ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Screams of Art ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Flaming Candy ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Higher ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Cut Off ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Pain Reliever ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Gin and Tonic ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Horror ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryD- Soul Fire ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- The Game ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- The Eyes of a Stranger ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Self Medication ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Self-Inflicted Metaphysical Lobotomy ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Suicide Life ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Miscommunication ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Desperation Tavern ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryC- Alice&;#8217;s Purgatory ledlevee012 years 1 month ago
StoryBullethead Blues ledlevee012 years 1 month 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...
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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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