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Story9 - 12 animan18 years 5 months ago
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CollectionThe Book of Numbers animan08 years 5 months ago
Storywords in a day animan09 years 3 weeks ago
StoryWe Were The Horses blackjack-davey79 years 2 months ago
StoryWindows Ch2. CuriousTeacher19 years 4 months ago
StoryA silent story animan19 years 4 months ago
StoryIndian rain animan09 years 11 months ago
StoryNameless animan010 years 1 month ago
StoryMagda animan010 years 1 month ago
StoryFlow animan010 years 3 months ago
Storyhallelujah animan010 years 3 months ago
Story'Virginal' animan310 years 4 months ago
StoryPARADISE REMODELLED SEMIFUL animan010 years 4 months ago
StoryParalysis and release animan710 years 4 months ago
Forum topicWebsite looks fantastic Simon Barget2610 years 4 months ago
Story19 animan410 years 6 months ago
StoryPoetry Sucks... Silver Spun Sand3710 years 6 months ago
StoryAsking the past animan010 years 6 months ago
Blog entryA New Dawn for ABCtales tcook2310 years 6 months ago
StoryDeath in the office animan310 years 8 months ago
StoryCreation - 4 animan310 years 8 months ago
StoryCreation - 3 animan310 years 8 months ago
StoryCreation animan210 years 8 months ago

My stories

Heron

So many, by now, have passed on, passed on from me. "Well," I murmur almost wordlessly, "shall I speed the process on, me too?" when, so many times,...

Rich dad, poor dad

Rich dad had it all, the sheen of the thick white walls inside the extensive property with the perfect Jekyll garden, the sheen of the newish car and...
Cherry

Nelf

Let me give you my dawn, whether you want it or not, like my new self, alike a kite in a vacant, hollow sky. It came lard-like between the sprick and...

Lara

“ You have done all this before”, you said, claiming you did not mind, denying any needle of hurt in you r heart. Was I a fake, I mused in the...

Just ...

*/ */ … three forty-five, a hand reaching across to the mobile, recharged, a blinked look at the clock, the dark visible to the sides of each curtain...

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