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 11 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 4 days ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 1 week ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 4 weeks 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

Harvard 3

Was I sure of anything anymore? I had been so sure of killing those spies, those spies who had threatened US security, who had betrayed us, me. Now, I wondered what the point of it all was?

Harvard 2

"Our economy is at a standstill. Nothing is going to get us through this," One horseman stated while drinking scotch.

With the sword of the sun, the shine

progresses, do not break me down into pieces with the shines of the sun, taking off my masks and envy, cutting off the lust of my body, greening my flesh til it turns into virtual death.

Lost

I must admit I am Lost inside myself. I don't know how to get out, I've thrown away the key and it's about to storm. Help! I may drown into the dawn. Shall I be ashamed
Cherry

Afternoon at the Lagrande Jatte

Those faces and bodies at the park, colored dots juxtaposed with fancy, souls intermixed with pain and stillness, arrive, the beach is humming with mellifluous sounds, never heard before

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