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StoryThe thaw hoalarg1213 years 4 months ago
StoryNothing to prove hoalarg1513 years 4 months ago
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StoryJust How High the Moon Silver Spun Sand2613 years 4 months ago
StoryFall from grace hoalarg1313 years 4 months ago
StoryOceanic maggyvaneijk1913 years 6 months ago
StoryCold Comfort Silver Spun Sand1813 years 11 months ago
StoryThey fit samhennig514 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Sun Shone Then Catherine Rose Davis514 years 1 month ago
StoryStill Life harveyjoseph214 years 7 months ago
StoryEnvy of the Carefree gingeresque514 years 7 months ago
StoryForgetting MistakenMagic2815 years 2 months ago
StoryOn the brow of the hill hoalarg1217 years 1 week ago

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My stories

The Back Room

By hoalarg1 on Thu, 19 Jan 2006

In the back room, a man sleeps. He dreams of waking up. Out front, a man tends a garden. He is showing the world he is alive. Passing by, an onlooker pauses. He sees through to the back room. He sees the man's dreams.
Autobiography
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The Trouble with Life

By hoalarg1 on Fri, 30 Dec 2005

Happy, is the sun on my face on a mid-summer's day, the snow all Christmas and by winter to have gone away, the wind in my sail in times of doubt, and the rain in the desert in solicitous drought.
Autobiography
Poem
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The Wish

By hoalarg1 on Tue, 27 Dec 2005

If we never get there but we try to, if we don't live fully but we strive to, then we will have spoken, left our mark, and our dreams and spirits will have been awoken.
Autobiography
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Dawning

By hoalarg1 on Tue, 27 Dec 2005

The sun yawned its light over my morning, softly penetrating my window with its calling, offering a newness never before seen on this day, sweeping the dead wood of the night away. It paralysed me from my neck to my feet,
Autobiography
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Light Years

By hoalarg1 on Tue, 27 Dec 2005

Martians had colonized my thoughts, short-circuited memories, interfered with clarity. Friend to foe, welcome visitor to enemy, they danced over my logic and scrawled over my sense of worth, took me on a journey of fear and paranoia,
Autobiography
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Certificate U

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