Mark Heathcote

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StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie316 years 7 months ago
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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 10 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A316 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote617 years 2 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote217 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1817 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3017 years 3 months ago
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StoryPenetrates jennifer118 years 1 week ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote318 years 4 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic218 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote218 years 4 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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