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StoryDeath of a Thousand Cuts Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryCrippled Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryClean Soul Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryCarry You Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryCan You Hear Me? Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBursting of a Bubble Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBonjour, Ma Petite Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBite Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBen Needham Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBehind Green Eyes Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryBang Bang, You're Dead Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryAu Revoir Achilles Heel Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryAt Sixes and Sevens Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Audience With God Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryA Narrow Escape Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryA Little Dying Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryA Casual Killing Bubo012 years 3 months ago
StoryUnseen Affair Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryWith Savage Intent Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryWaiting For Resuscitation Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryVenturing Home Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StorySpinning Butterflies Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Struggle Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Bitter Pill Bubo012 years 5 months ago
StoryReturn My Heart Bubo012 years 5 months ago

My stories

Spinning Butterflies

The whisper of your voice Pressed to my ear in darkness Chanting fairy tales and recitals Of many moons passed The warmth of your hands Lull me to silence while

I Am.......

I am the flutter sitting On the edge of dreams I am the butterfly dancing Lightly in summer breeze I am the rush of wind Breaking cobwebs free I am the writing on the wall

Clean Soul

She wore a smile Like a pretty dress Sunflowers in her hair As she struggled through days Loss of a son Loss of a man Did not strip her of hope Somewhere in the world

Ben Needham

On July 24th 1991, on the island of Kos in Greece, Ben Needham at the age of 21 months disappeared off the face of the earth. Simply was no more.

Bang Bang, You're Dead

She debated long and hard about traveling to Cambridge. He had pleaded over days, and weeks of all night calls. She wrestled with herself. One, he sounded drunk.

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