Steve

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 11 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 3 weeks ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve314 years 1 month ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryHypocrite Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 3 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 1 month ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 10 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 11 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 12 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 12 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 12 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 2 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 4 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 4 days ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 6 days ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 1 week ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 1 week ago
StoryII Steve516 years 1 week ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Seoul Garden

"You must be joking. How could you possibly know that?" Trisha asked. "I have my methods," Tim responded. "We're here."

Spirit, You are word

divine, word inscribed on the mind of God, face everlasting edge of the universe, crucified tears hung on roses, driven out of despair. mediums dare not open ears to your clear voice...

The Investigation

Cindy opened the door. "Hello. We've been expecting you."

Passions

I know they reside within me. They've obviously made a home in the country of my heart. I just don't know what they'll do once they awake. I've buried so many things in their armpits,

After Years

Again we meet without quite knowing the right words which express, which connect the things we might have felt through young, shapeless shells. We were in the lap of something so simple,

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