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StoryCreation - 1 animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryComing and going animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryClush animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryChristopher (1953 – 1983) animan612 years 10 months ago
StoryChoose your path animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryChez nous! animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryChemistry animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack sandwich, prawn shoes animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeatore animan112 years 10 months ago
Storybay-ah-tree-chay animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryBattledene (IP) animan412 years 10 months ago
Storyat the returns counter animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryAt Munich airport - January animan212 years 10 months ago
Storyars est potentiam animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryAre you happy with your ecological experience? animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryArcs of dawn animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryAppreciation animan412 years 10 months ago
Storyapart from 8 animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryAn occasional poem for Christmas animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryAn extreme moment ... animan1112 years 10 months ago
StoryAmbling man animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryaLetterToLove (IP) animan412 years 10 months ago
StoryAbstract with love V 2.2 animan012 years 10 months ago
StoryA thing of beauty ... animan212 years 10 months ago
StoryA modest question animan112 years 10 months ago

My stories

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...

Language is judgement, Nac said

*/ It was wrong what he did. I may have agreed once – but – now - now, I have no balance sheet to survey with eyes of inward glory, no immoral moral...

Again and still

*/ The slight alley-walking steps of dripping drops in the cloud-sealed moon-gloom through the pensite trees in the slow, steady, stilled waiting for...
Gold cherry

Fare...well

... "It's a bit like trying to get out of a swimming pool," he said, his back against the wall, bricked edge eating into his small-ness, palms...

Creation - 5

Glue became hardness or softness, felt the will to break and chance to bond; Before divided from After, burn from quench. And things became ever more...

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