christajoyce

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StoryNo Time for Space smokejack53 years 6 months ago
StoryDancing christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
StoryComing Home christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
StoryBus Stop In the Rain christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
StoryBig Time Boys christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
StoryAfter all these years christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
CollectionLife Part Two christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
CollectionTall Tales christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
CollectionSongs of Life christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales christajoyce012 years 1 month ago
StoryWaiting christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryWoman of The Sad Tale christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryYou're Dead christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryThursdays Child christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryLocked Box christajoyce112 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Art of Kissing Concrete christajoyce212 years 3 months ago
StoryTrue Love christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryResult christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryPayback christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryOut of the Mouths of babes christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryLitter Bug christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryThey Told me christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryUnnoticed christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryReverse christajoyce012 years 3 months ago
StoryLittle Fishy christajoyce012 years 3 months ago

My stories

Thursdays Child

Two days late you were Little bull baby Breaking your mother’s back and your sister’s heart. Thursday’s child you were With far to go in the world In search of new horizons

Locked Box

I used to have a locked box into which I tipped all pain but when I opened it to add it all leaked out again. So now it's filled with giggles some smiles and a laugh or two

The Art of Kissing Concrete

I fell for you.... and in return you stole my senses. I lay prostrate feeling your cold hardness as you tore at my clothes and my flesh. You ruined me... And afterwards I rose unsteadily
Cherry

Letters to a Dead Man

I can’t believe I am writing a letter to a dead man. It’s crazy. It’s not like I really knew you.

Red

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