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StoryDa Capo. Ewan414 years 11 months ago
StoryI Sit By The Fire Joyce Matthews ...314 years 11 months ago
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StoryThe Other Railway Chilren, "My Vision for the Future" David Maidment214 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Driving Lesson (PART 1) threeleafshamrock914 years 11 months ago
StoryMY DEAR LORRAINE Updated. June 2011. How do I keep the reads 348 from 2009 Cavalcader914 years 11 months ago
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StoryAll my seasons of grass seashore2914 years 11 months ago
StorySlatternly Sluts and Bodacious Bimbos barryj11414 years 11 months ago
StoryBird thanksforthepar...1514 years 11 months ago
StoryRED DEER'S CHILDRENS ADVENTURES ( PART SIXTEEN ) skinner_jennifer614 years 11 months ago
StorySong Without A Cage (IP) well-wisher1314 years 11 months ago
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StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2814 years 11 months ago
StoryChi Mai (Inspired By “Chi- Mai” by Ennio Morricone) Revised Ending well-wisher1014 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Burning shoe1714 years 11 months ago
StoryLove is... vidit.chopra514 years 11 months ago
StoryLife, Death and Soul vidit.chopra614 years 11 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

The Art of Letting Go

How could I have known?
Cherry

Gone Fishing

“I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a fish...nothing else to do except watch us, watching them."
Cherry

The Folly and The Ivy (I.P.)

His torso stiffens as a sickle moon rises...
Cherry

Terms of Endearment

You lived in me, and I in you.
Cherry

The Girl Next Door

She sat, skinning a lemon; spying, as I was, through a hole in the fence.

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