Yutka

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StoryYour voice is like the opium Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryWhite Souls Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryLost source Yutka212 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Story Eliza told Otto on their wedding night. Yutka012 years 6 days ago
Storysolace Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryShow me Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryObservations of an old lady Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Monster Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryReport Yutka212 years 6 days ago
StoryRescue team Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StorySpirit Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryThe blue and long lost Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Other Land Yutka112 years 6 days ago
Storypink rose glasses Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryThe Last Meal Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryRik Clay, killed Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryRetrace me Yutka112 years 6 days ago
Storylizard Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryThe sex pest Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryStillborn Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryUnread roses Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryThere are escape roads Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryNothing has changed Yutka112 years 6 days ago
StoryPrince of the Skies Yutka012 years 6 days ago
StoryThey cannot make it alone Yutka012 years 6 days ago

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My stories

Cherry

Aphrodite

Born from the ocean, out of foam she rose: the loveliest face, her hair orange and lime, as fragrant as the sea winds that expose endless perfection...
Cherry

Last Morning

You did not know the beginning. Sleep drunk you staggered. I tugged at your crumpled pyjamas, shoved you to come and look. I dragged you barefoot...

UNRAVELLING (for all those who are thinking to start a new life)

Thinking about unravelling my old life is the hardest. All those broken knots and promises thread-bare! Row after row must go, heartbroken oh so...

Infernal Combustion

They told me that my daughter kept a young lover in the loft, gagged and bound willingly, on a bare mattress, waiting in the nude, on stand by for...
Cherry

Novice to Death

The churchyard hems the novice in. The earth is cool, the grave is deep. Is she asleep or listening? The wooden casket feels her pain now quiet but...

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