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StoryPatience is a virtue -- well, it's someone's virtue I'm sure!! Rebekah117 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Last Horse chelseyflood217 years 11 months ago
StoryThe New Honesty Brooklands217 years 11 months ago
StoryGently Giant Rebekah617 years 11 months ago
StoryWords Will Not Suffice Rebekah517 years 11 months ago
Storyearly morning conversation animan617 years 11 months ago
Forum topicTouting for authors - I'm hooked animan1717 years 11 months ago
StoryForever Jaded - Chapter 3 Leno217 years 12 months ago
StoryForever Jaded - Chapter 1 Leno217 years 12 months ago
StoryForever Jaded - Prologue Leno217 years 12 months ago
StoryRoses Hovered Above Us chelseyflood117 years 12 months ago
StoryA Shrieking mind's Inspiration. keleph617 years 12 months ago
StorySee Where Satan Showed His Skin BeamsAndVoids617 years 12 months ago
StoryA Teenage Life Chapter One- Leaving Home Leno417 years 12 months ago
StoryA Teenage Life Prologue- Change in Plan Leno217 years 12 months ago
StoryQuickly Leno117 years 12 months ago
StoryNibbing beef618 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBefore the Fall bayinghounds418 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Cuckoo’s Nest Lorraine_Mace618 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Dangerous Valentine Lorraine_Mace418 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBetter Fred than Dead. CinCCO218 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPlayer, Piano keleph718 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicClowns. styx818 years 3 weeks ago
StoryInspiration point: A minor Incident Sooz006718 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topicWHAT'S THE WORST DISCOVERY EVER? styx2818 years 1 month ago

My stories

Cherry

Buttons

My father is a large man. Larger than a normal man. He's very important. People say so, but they don't need to. I can tell he's important. He knows so. He wears a uniform.
Cherry

Death's Visit

A man meets Death for the second time and throws a piece of toast at him.
Cherry

Go to Hell

It was a formal looking sign. The kind of sign that says "Hey, look at me. I'm better than you" to all the lesser signs of the world. -Welcome to Hell. No smoking, please -Ningún fumar, por favor
Cherry

A Dying Fire

The balcony floor was covered in ash. My bare feet were buried in it, stained by dead embers. I raised my head and glanced across the earth. The ocean was on fire.
Cherry

I Am No One

I am a sinner. I am a killer. I am no one. The knife tucked under my jacket presses against my skin, its cold steel sending goosebumps across my arm.

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