Zuku

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StorySwiss Delight Zuku11 year 1 month ago
StoryAtomic London Zuku44 years 3 months ago
StoryContractor 014352 Zuku24 years 4 months ago
StoryHer 64th boyfriend lavadis186 years 7 months ago
StoryBlank Jigsaw Zuku27 years 3 months ago
StoryBad Beans Zuku07 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Ode to Stuart Baggs Zuku37 years 3 months ago
Story'Volunteering' (from 'Poker Face') Zuku07 years 3 months ago
StoryA Day in the Life of Ian McEwan Zuku07 years 3 months ago
CollectionNew York Ramblings Zuku07 years 3 months ago
StoryMission Memory Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryLost in New York - Pt II Zuku37 years 5 months ago
StoryLady of Land pt II -- 'Life in Boxes' Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryMission District Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryTake a Hint Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryPure Poetry Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryMerry X Zuku17 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Face of Ze'ev Zuku07 years 5 months ago
StoryDouble Complete Rainbow Zuku27 years 5 months ago
StoryAtom by atom lavadis177 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Right One markbrown97 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Face of Mo Farah Zuku38 years 1 month ago
StoryPride Apart Zuku810 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Country For Young Men Zuku210 years 3 months ago
StoryHandoff Anna Marie610 years 6 months ago

My collections

My stories

Swiss Delight

There is a lab in Switzerland where you are sent to experience the unique thrill of cocaine, without ever touching the substance. In the lab, well...

Contractor 014352

Precious contractor 014352 turn up your shadowed chin and weary gaze from this infinite jigsaw of whiteness. You are so much more than the sum of...

Atomic London

Pray that I be forgiven in this stolen hour, if not for my own deeds then the deeds of my species; the actual eye-line of Mankind balking at the precipice of a new epoch. Or is it just Monday?

The Face of Mo Farah

No emotion spared; all taken, Compressed into a diamond skull, Then pushed out through a boyish, toothy gape.
Cherry

An Ode to Stuart Baggs

Oh Stuart! Your bags of coal will soon make diamonds, With grinding teeth and eyes to cleave the highlands, A field of ponies gallops through your core,

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