Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve615 years 2 days ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve415 years 1 month ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve315 years 1 month ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 1 month ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love Steve215 years 3 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve815 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3016 years 1 month ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 11 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve216 years 11 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve416 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve216 years 12 months ago
StoryMary Steve516 years 12 months ago
StorySong of David Steve217 years 1 week ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2117 years 1 week ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1617 years 1 week ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve417 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve217 years 2 weeks ago
StoryIV Steve217 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIII Steve317 years 3 weeks ago
StoryII Steve517 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve317 years 1 month 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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