Yutka

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StoryThe Meeting Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StorySnapshots Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryLow on Time Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryLove-in-a-mist Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryLove in idleness Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryKazia for AOL Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe future of monopoly Yutka010 years 10 months ago
Storymy personal blues Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryRescue Dog Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe sea gull Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryMarried Life Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Daughters Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Native American Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThis pale picture that was our house Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryOut of Body Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryLife is swell Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThere is a cloud Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Story of Yorinde Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ghosts who pined for kisses Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryLost in the misty heavens Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Disappearance of the old Tapdancer from Oxford City Centre Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThose were the halcyon days Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe winter rain falls on Boars Hill Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryThe poets' curse Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryOut of the dark Yutka010 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Since his death

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since his death silence is deafening screams at me do I have to live in the void? breathe in a vacuum? all corners bump me windows darken walking is...

He was always there

He was always there His friendship could not be bought, as little as you can buy fresh air. He survived everything like a tree over the years He...

Freeze

In the coldest winter for years heaps of snow in hours, white glittering crowns crouch over trees, fence posts. A diamante headgear decorates the...

Last erotic encounter

True to yourself you must be careful and admit it, fully aware of your own insignificance. You must suppress, without a wagging finger, that...
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Rain-drenched girl

Rain-drenched girl I have always loved the rain when your curly hair is sparkling, halo-like, studded with jewels in a grey, mysterious world. Moist...

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