Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 2 months ago
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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 5 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 6 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 9 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 9 months ago
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StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 7 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 8 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 11 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 11 months ago

My stories

Forever autumn

The sun has gone in to shade And, turned a corner

A Stealth-fighter

Her legs were like a Stealth-fighter Sleek and thin With limited, resistance Or finesse to begin. But; once she rode and roared... Above the clouds Her; supersonic adventures

Who but could—the saints preserve us, resist her...

Here; alone lying on this cotton pillow. I can still recall the lure of her lily scent: Bouquets do me gaze and camphor and shadow...

Meal ticket

The piece of meat She put aside for him

A hall of mirrors...

She said—she’d love me forever. And that she always would. That our two hearts—thoughts “Could bond; the stars for good”. It wasn’t harmony: From

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