narcissa
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | Exam instructions | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Faerie | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Ending of the end* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | F | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | G* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | E* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Feather | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Forever | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Don't | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Emptiness* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Eheu!* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | F: 07/09/2004 | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Dress* | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Encounter | narcissa | 0 | 12 years 1 week ago |
| Forum topic | Dancing by Narcissa | Silver Spun Sand | 7 | 18 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Beloved by narcissa | tcook | 4 | 19 years 2 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | A Lover by Narcissa | lisa h | 2 | 19 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | Transmute | josiedog | 10 | 19 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | Best Name on ABCTales | Anonymous | 20 | 19 years 8 months ago |
| Forum topic | I'm more beautiful in the dark by Narcissa | Soraia Almeida | 1 | 19 years 8 months ago |
My stories
Backstage, Theatre Royal, York
sometimes i feel i sink underneath the swell of theatre - moments in the dark, and on yellow-lit stairs, glass doors.
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- 845 reads
English Class
This is the second time I have fallen, and you have grazed my knees. My skin scars, but doesn't bruise, easily. Does that mirror me? I haven't eaten...
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- 897 reads
Saw it
I saw it on the television, the last time I watched the news (I don't switch on much: the slowness of the dial). My tv is brown rimmed. Back to where...
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- 869 reads
Fifteen Years
This time it is a kind of existence I shirk - not life itself, in immeasurable distance. She hides, just so that she can look at me, from behind the peeking dangerous door of friendship. I flutter, heart-hands-eyelashes,
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- 899 reads