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Storyat the fork in the road hoalarg1110 years 11 months ago
Storylingering love a.lesser.thing610 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Sun Rose Dead Syphon710 years 11 months ago
StoryThe length versus the fullness of life well-wisher210 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Happy Song of Spring well-wisher310 years 11 months ago
StoryWhere is the spring of my youth L G Meadows311 years 2 months ago
StoryTime for sale hoalarg1311 years 5 months ago
StoryWish I was a cleaner hoalarg1211 years 6 months ago
StorySky Full of Stars summerlands1211 years 7 months ago
StoryWho am I? hoalarg1611 years 8 months ago
StoryTangled in my web hoalarg1211 years 8 months ago
StoryThe thaw hoalarg1211 years 8 months ago
StoryNothing to prove hoalarg1511 years 8 months ago
StoryHigh board hoalarg1211 years 8 months ago
StoryJust How High the Moon Silver Spun Sand2611 years 8 months ago
StoryFall from grace hoalarg1311 years 8 months ago
StoryOceanic maggyvaneijk1911 years 9 months ago
StoryCold Comfort Silver Spun Sand1812 years 3 months ago
StoryThey fit samhennig512 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Sun Shone Then Catherine Rose Davis512 years 5 months ago
StoryStill Life harveyjoseph212 years 11 months ago
StoryEnvy of the Carefree gingeresque512 years 11 months ago
StoryForgetting MistakenMagic2813 years 6 months ago
StoryOn the brow of the hill hoalarg1215 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

You'll find me

You'll find me counter-balancing the opposites, at the core of all experiences and in the dark, underneath the objects you bang into and on the other side of good and bad.
Cherry

On the brow of the hill

I saw him on the brow of the hill. He was as unfamiliar as my direction, but he interested me more than most,

My Secret

He fooled the strangers that he passed down the street, the next door neighbours every single week, colleagues at work, morning 'til late, but family and friends saw him in a state.

Growing Up

He bluffed his way through it with a thickening beard and no one around him thought it was weird they believed he was growing up, shedding the skins but he was a baby, trapped for his sins

Shocked

Fifty thousand volts couldn't wake him. Climbing back, through gaps in stone, where water barely trickled, to a cascade of freshness, white spray, down further, the running rapid racing,

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