Yutka

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StoryLove-in-a-mist Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLove in idleness Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKazia for AOL Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe future of monopoly Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
Storymy personal blues Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRescue Dog Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe sea gull Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMarried Life Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Daughters Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Native American Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis pale picture that was our house Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOut of Body Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLife is swell Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThere is a cloud Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Story of Yorinde Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Ghosts who pined for kisses Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryLost in the misty heavens Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Disappearance of the old Tapdancer from Oxford City Centre Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThose were the halcyon days Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe winter rain falls on Boars Hill Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe poets' curse Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOut of the dark Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe illicit lovers' act Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNietzsche Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMunch's Silent Scream Yutka013 years 2 weeks ago

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My stories

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...
Gold cherry

another kind of melody

I spend the night with the silence, cool my fevered thoughts about my life. Smoothing the pain, recalling joy I listen to the inward hesitation of...

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