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StoryParty On Folks! ( I. P. ) skinner_jennifer1014 years 5 months ago
StorySeeking Help oldpesky2214 years 5 months ago
StoryOde to a Wheelie bin nannabot614 years 5 months ago
StoryWebbed Feet alphabet floozy414 years 5 months ago
StoryLash of Lallans well-wisher614 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2415 years 1 month ago
StoryI Don’t Get Leonard Cohen Dynamaso1515 years 4 months ago
StoryMourning Thoughts Dynamaso1215 years 4 months ago
StoryYou are who you are Beeme1115 years 4 months ago
StorySome Drones Rasko1nikov515 years 5 months ago
StoryForgetful mikepyro216 years 1 month ago
Forum topicWord Surge poetjude6016 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Appliance Of Science Mangone3216 years 5 months ago
Forum topicCock Up. styx316 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicI feel published! threeleafshamrock416 years 6 months ago
StoryParadise mikepyro416 years 6 months ago
StoryMODEL BEHAVIOUR Dynamaso616 years 6 months ago
StoryTime and time again Dynamaso1216 years 6 months ago
Forum topicNot Exactly Copying Yazmin716 years 7 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

Bob the Tumor (2 of 4)

(the story of a man and his talking tumor) Part 2: Mike undergoes chemo / Mike asks out Sam
Cherry

Bob the Tumor (1 of 4)

(Script that became my film entry into this year's Sundance Film Festival) Part 1: Mike meets Bob / Mike visits doctor
Cherry

The Yellow Sheets

Mud rises up around the heel of my boot with every step, soaking to the frayed ties before sinking back into the prints left behind. Beneath the mud there comes the heads of the sheets.
Cherry

My Father Was Buried

My father was buried today. It was a quiet affair. The buildup to the ceremony wasn’t particularly suspenseful for we’d been expecting it some time.
Cherry

Charlie

“Have you been drinking again, Mr. Barrow?” “A little.” “How much?” “Enough.” Eyes red. Shining. Clock ticks behind.

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