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 2 weeks ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 2 weeks 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

Lost 4

Brian's Father cried for a long time. His tears were hot and filled with repressed feelings. He wondered what had happened to filial piety.

Lost 3

The thing is I really like Claire. She's fucking hot, at least for a Korean even though she does not have those large boobs that Caucasian or black girls have.

Lost 2

Claire Kim eyed Brian pityingly. "Have you accepted Christ as your savior yet?" "No. Can you pray for me?"

Lost

I don't know who I am anymore. NOT LIKE I knew who I was before, but I feel drained of my feelings. The truth is... I don't even know how to have feelings. My father: he works all the time.

Dear God

my heart overflows with guilt having been stoned before, its sails lacking direction. i have become as man pieces, not knowing what it means to be whole, Lord needle my wounds you who

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