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StoryDeath's Garden piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryD) 'I love you' piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryConkers piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryCheese piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryC) Intimacy piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryC) Hunger piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryBreath piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeauty and the Beast piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryBabies piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryB) The morning after piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryB) She and I piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryAraminta piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryAnimal piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryA) Tingle piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryA) Innocence piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryA practice death piglet012 years 10 months ago
Collectionfor all the letters I have too many of piglet012 years 10 months ago
Collectionspots, crushes and other joys of teenagehood piglet012 years 10 months ago
CollectionShort stories 'n' stuff piglet012 years 10 months ago
CollectionVarious poems piglet012 years 10 months ago
CollectionLife And Death piglet012 years 10 months ago
StoryYou know the feeling piglet012 years 11 months ago
StoryValentine's Card piglet012 years 11 months ago
StoryXmas Tree piglet012 years 11 months ago
StoryWhy piglet012 years 11 months ago

My stories

C) Hunger

Same old story, same old rhyme, Found in every world and time. On the outside, looking through. Border marked - them and you. Hallucinations, cruel...

You know the feeling

You know the feeling. heart you'd thought a metaphor dances to its throbbing beat oozing sweat from every pore burning cold with fizzing heat dreams...

P) Hope

I watch them through my weary eyes and know what's coming next. They argue like two actors, reading from a text. But actors speak with feeling, so...

O) The Butterfly

The rhythmic chugging of the train has driven me to slumber. Ensconced in dark oblivion I neither hear, nor see, Nor smell, nor taste, nor touch it,...

Underground

Her feet tread the ways of a thousand years Superficiality quells her fears On the surface the sun shines bright No need for a lantern's quavering...

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