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Storyon the roof culturehero313 years 2 weeks ago
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Storysun catching at noon in the wild west culturehero013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyrainbows culturehero013 years 2 weeks ago
Storydifferent worlds culturehero113 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDerek Obama, President culturehero213 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfeelings of scared culturehero113 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfuneral culturehero013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfreddie mercury, the future and me culturehero013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe house by the sea pt. 3: mad tom culturehero213 years 11 months ago
Forum topicIn view of this week's Inspiration Point... tcook716 years 6 months ago
StoryTender Bruises (rewrite for bosch) jennifer917 years 7 months ago
Storyplease take me with you someplace better than this culturehero318 years 2 months ago
Forum topicThe Year in Films mikepyro3118 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

quite a woman

The cloud was thick and stifling around their grief and they each clutched a handful of earth and threw it into the grave; it fell like hail but in...
Cherry

the symbols of non-christmas

The weeks around Christmas were the worst, he had found, the very sludge of life. He purchased several bottles of the cheapest Advocaat and for...

the hirsute gentleman

The hirsute gentleman proceeded hither and yon, his great tufts emergent like ancient dismal secrets from the hemlines of his vest. He smoked despite...

think of england

He was too tired to rouse himself, and the pair of them looked pityingly down at his limp dick as still as a corpse through the split in his pyjama...

the fruiterer (fragment)

In the darkness she fell far to the bed of the male and woke swamped in its linen, the sheets earthy damp, the tang of his profuse sweat on her...

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