Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 2 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 9 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer117 years 1 week ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 3 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 4 months ago

My stories

Into the vastness of a dream...

If elderflower; could wake me from my, eternal, dreaming... Would I wake, and still be? dreaming; lying, next to you... Like a bank of meadow, grass would I still, sway, beneath...

I have not love, enough...?

I have not love, enough...? To tempt birds from trees nor even less the angels on an ever static breeze... I have not love, enough...? To love you, as you do, me I have not love, enough...?

My thoughts were like a feather

My thoughts were like a feather falling into your gaze your heart and soul did cipher the lust behind these forays. You held me tight in mid air part of a wing that wouldn't fly...

A filigree of gold:

I have a heart ancient and old it's core is of a rock larva... Newly formed with a pumice soul that absorbs its self that absolves its self till nothing of the whole remains...

Have I no hope but to drown in sorrow

I have no hope but to drown in sorrow to dance along a web of deceit till I meet my master and fall at his feet. In sorrow— In sorrow—sings the hopes of tomorrow...

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