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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 3 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 4 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 5 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 5 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 5 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 7 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 5 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve317 years 2 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve217 years 3 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve417 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve217 years 3 months ago
StoryMary Steve517 years 3 months ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 3 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 4 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 4 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 4 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 4 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 4 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 4 months ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 4 months ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 4 months ago
StoryII Steve517 years 4 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 4 months ago

My stories

Claire De Lune

Dear Mrs. Kang,

Land of the Spirits

Spirits, you are devine, you come from the dead the suffering and the unknown and bestow your grace on us through the masks of God, your touch is pleasant as the sound of laughter,

Silver net of souls

the filiaments of the sun's rays so softly netted her nude body, a lady with a mind of her own the warbling of birds in the night keened to a scorching pitch,

Summer Fever

The young ladies who are so true, their eyes do dance under the summer lights, they are more beautiful than any person known. There are those who walk with blonde hair,

Waist Land 6

I wonder why I can't say what I mean. Why can't I say exactly what I mean? I mean, wouldn't that be a mirror of life, to speak out of the engine of an internal consciousness that is as much

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