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StoryForgotten Day markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryDid You Think? markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryDrowning markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryFists markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryEmpty Spaces markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryForgotten markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryG) Evidence markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryEpitaph in Red markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryEnd Game markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryFour Thousand Dreams markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryDo I Still Believe markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryEmpty Road markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryFroppington Gore markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryFireside Song markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryG) EFL Student Love Song markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryEating Russia markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryF) Telephone Travels markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryG) Day's Journey markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryE) Silver Steel Siren markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryF) In one blink the eyelid closed markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryG) Casting Shadows markashley012 years 9 months ago
StoryE) Days in finite circles markashley012 years 9 months ago
Forum topicABCtales and The Big Issue tcook1119 years 7 months ago

My stories

Another Branch

Blustered frozen simple smiles, crushed by the weight of a thousand delicate snowflakes. The tree bends and breaks in the floating rain, in the...

Forgotten

We burn the eyes in the blickety white sticky bits of scribble paper. Burn the mind in wriggle fingers and sleek worms. Black turns street stream,...

Wanting Once Forgotten

I can feel the closeness of your breath A warm feather against my cheek While your hair cascades down my chest The tender morsel of your lips That...

Restless Sleep

Within a slumber deep and dark I journey through a memory lost A barren landscape dry and stark, Burned by fire, crushed by frost I stumble on the...
Cherry

Pause!

The emptiness hammers another nail into my chest. My fingers dance of their own volition, weaving intricate patterns in the empty space between the...

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