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My stories

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 the...

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...

Being nude was rude

A little crumb here and there he picked up wherever he found hope. He swore to cope, not getting under heaps of rotting luck, or being sucked into...

Landslide of Dreams

Landslide of dreams, flight over streams bridge into space thought in a haze drained off my fears dried from my tears changed to the core I was no...

To live a life

I'm made for nights, days blur for me like dreams- live counter clockwise, cut the hours out, to beat the darkness, track the hills and climb uneasy...

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