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StoryI) I have nothing markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFour Cities markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryDowntime markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryE) Contact markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryForgotten Day markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDid You Think? markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDrowning markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryEmpty Spaces markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
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StoryG) Evidence markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEpitaph in Red markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEnd Game markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFour Thousand Dreams markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDo I Still Believe markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEmpty Road markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFroppington Gore markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFireside Song markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryG) EFL Student Love Song markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEating Russia markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryF) Telephone Travels markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryG) Day's Journey markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryE) Silver Steel Siren markashley013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryF) In one blink the eyelid closed markashley013 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Heart of a Lion

He had the heart of a lion And his people loved him, Though he paid them little mind And bled them dry. He made war for war's sake, Bloody and Holy,...

Night Terrors

in the darkness in the silence whispers of a deadly creature crawling now towards my slumber creeping through the dusty chamber
Cherry

I am late

who am i too much too often too little and too late always too late in the dim dark closing haze of drunken party evacuation in the slow dance partner dash in the race, the race,

Silver Fishes

We are all nothing more than silver fishes

Quiet Day

It is a quiet day, Out here on the glass. The smooth edged breath of god Billows through, Brushes dreams from my fingers. It will not stay quiet For...

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