Steve

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StorySeoul Garden Steve214 years 7 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve214 years 7 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 9 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 7 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 4 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve216 years 5 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve416 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve216 years 5 months ago
StoryMary Steve516 years 5 months ago
StorySong of David Steve216 years 5 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2116 years 6 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1616 years 6 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 6 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 6 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 6 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 6 months ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 6 months ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 6 months ago
StoryII Steve516 years 6 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 6 months ago

My stories

Nudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea

By Steve on Sat, 09 May 2009

I'm comfortable at home. I know what many things mean. I can read the language of the times, laugh, see and hear. I can drink a beer, feel released from my present cares.
Opinion
Poem
Certificate U

Marionette

By Steve on Mon, 04 May 2009

There is nothing I could do to complete the feelings you touch, poke me, deflate me with needles of infinite calm. I see your hair burn from the downs into the evening of lids. Stilled,
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

Running, Trisha

By Steve on Mon, 04 May 2009

Trisha was running, running, and running. She had dreamt that she was partially nude. The hair around her clitoris was being combed by the breeze outside. There were people around her, laughing.
Opinion
Story
Certificate 15

Afternoon of a Faun

By Steve on Sat, 02 May 2009

Imagine if one is unmasked: A forest with dream-lidded eyes appears. Leaves may waver in a place, but groups of clustered foliage entwine around a body that is neither yours or mine.
Fantasy
Poem
Certificate 15

In Gabriel's Apartment

By Steve on Fri, 01 May 2009

"Trisha?" he thought. She didn't look anything like a Trisha. Trisha was a prostitute's name. She had very direct eyes. They were kaleidoscopes, her eyes.
Opinion
Certificate 12

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