Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 weeks ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 1 month ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 2 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 4 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 12 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 6 days ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 1 week ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 1 month ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 1 month ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 1 month ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 1 month ago
StoryII Steve517 years 1 month ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 1 month ago

My stories

Face 4

He tried to think about how many human beings his ancestors had eaten already.

The Face 3

He sat quietly in his seat, waiting for his Father to take the first bite of rice. Then, he began to eat rice, kimchi, chi-gae, and other foods. But he could not taste the food.

The Face 2

The FACE stared at him. He stared at the FACE. Should he wear it... He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked into his dark eyes. Did he hypnotize himself? Should he wear it...

The Face

On my 13th birthday, my Father gave me a present. It was the first time that he ever gave me a present that was not money. He left the present in my room and I was very curious as to what it was.

Searching for God

God, are you there? or have you disappeared or been broken apart by postmodern hands? I search for you in my pains, in my suffering, trying to find you where it hurts, where

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