Yutka

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Storypink rose glasses Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Last Meal Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryRik Clay, killed Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryRetrace me Yutka113 years 2 months ago
Storylizard Yutka113 years 2 months ago
StoryThe sex pest Yutka113 years 2 months ago
StoryStillborn Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryUnread roses Yutka113 years 2 months ago
StoryThere are escape roads Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryNothing has changed Yutka113 years 2 months ago
StoryPrince of the Skies Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThey cannot make it alone Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe lovers Yutka113 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Other Land Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryPensioned off (revised) Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StorySeparation Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe love nest Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StorySong of the frog princess Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryPunch Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryOnce when I’m dead Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryLight on adultery Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe morning they go rowing Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryMnemosyne Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Meeting Yutka013 years 2 months ago
StorySnapshots Yutka013 years 2 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

Reading on a rainy evening

The hours went. Since I was sitting still, I listened to the rain’s uneven sounds, as if it answered to the wind’s remark. My book was dark. It’s...

Babylon quotes

Summer is a cruel season, clashing between order and chaos, threatening our world across dimensions, with battling sectarian storms and hurricane...

gar bled

She wastes ex pense, he is reluctant taking a gamble in lust, she lusts the action he is fastidious with finger and thumb he’s eager and perjured,...

I was young then

I was young then, unloaded, eager to face the world. He was much older, eroded, a bit wrinkly on his forehead... But oh, so wise! A wizard in...
Cherry

Drowning

I know about drowning. Not the emotional lyrical death some poets glorify, but of acrid salt water like memories, and cold as marble coffins, where...

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