Steve

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

My stories

Waiting

There is time for work, time to close your eyes late at night, time to be, your kids smile in the morning like moons, a bright jewel under the charcoal's skin.

I wanted so much for it to be true

It made me so happy to be free... after all, i wanted it so much to be real. i had friends and they listened, i belonged, i really did feel that i belonged. then the girls came,

Mirrors of Ugliness

Don't Know: don't know: don't know whether the physical error I must be (the constant sense of being Outside, outside the shutters of my eyes = an imaginative construct of my brain's

Trisha's Interior Monologue

It could be true. There was in language a meaning, a truth, that I could not deny. But God told me the truth, that was a simple fact. How did I verify the truth of God though?

Gabriel's Thoughts After Therapy

The window. How had she connected that with the movies?

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