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 1 week ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve215 years 1 week ago
StoryHypocrite Steve215 years 2 weeks 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 2 weeks ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve316 years 10 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 11 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2116 years 11 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1616 years 11 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 12 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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