Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve614 years 10 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 11 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 15 hours ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 1 day ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 6 days ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 2 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 5 days ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 9 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve216 years 10 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve416 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve216 years 10 months ago
StoryMary Steve516 years 10 months ago
StorySong of David Steve216 years 10 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2116 years 10 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1616 years 10 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 11 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 11 months ago
StoryII Steve516 years 11 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 11 months ago

My stories

Afternoon of a Faun

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.

In Gabriel's Apartment

"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.

Gabriel Freed

He called Cindy. Gabriel: "You are no longer allowed to freely use the products of my grocery store for your restaurant."

Shaman Exposed

I'm an old man now, not half the man I once was. My bones, my boy, they've grown hard and coarse. My visions are blurry and strange -- nightmares or flashbacks.

Gabriel (Thinking)

Gabriel thought about his life. He wanted to blame someone for his life. He had become such a failure. True, he owned a grocery store, but that wasn't enough. He had wanted to be a great novelist.

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