Yutka

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StoryFukushima power Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryElitist Yutka110 years 10 months ago
StoryDeep within Yutka110 years 10 months ago
StoryDog whisperer Yutka110 years 10 months ago
StoryFrom the Ashes Yutka110 years 10 months ago
StoryDriveTech UK Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryEntrenched Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryDependency Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryForced Dreams Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryEscape Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryFast moving Time Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryFor when a Man is dead Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryDo you remember? Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryEvening by a lake Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryFame Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryFeelings Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryDon't wait until the day Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryDreams Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryFear of Dying Yutka010 years 10 months ago
StoryShe died I think, littleditty1011 years 1 month ago
Story..and if you don’t know cinnamon littleditty1111 years 1 month ago
StoryShoreditch Anthem jolono2011 years 11 months ago
StoryMore than Words Silver Spun Sand1612 years 3 months ago
StoryScarred skinner_jennifer3112 years 5 months ago
Story25, Chapel Lane. (A Christmas Tale.) mayman212 years 5 months ago

My stories

the way I leave

The way I leave I’ll do it secretly without a tear that binds me to the flesh, without a scream, that binds me to the mind but like the ghosts, that...
Cherry

Zombies for Christmas

My grandson paints zombies for Christmas. When I ask him why He says zombies are cool. Zombies aren’t dead but they should be. They attack even...

I understand sadness

Years pass as solidly as stones on an ancient path. I understand sadness, it is the sky we live under… Cancer cells multiplying in the darkness of...
Gold cherry

Ode to a sexy pancake

Cinnamon-faced you swim In organic butter. Your batter stiffened with a little milk, finally leads to a creamy consistency. O you yellow beauty with...

Scatter the ashes

I am unstoppable, in a burst of light I am forced out to be put in place. The wind speaks its language, old idioms never to touch, but their contours...

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