Mark Heathcote
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Eunectes Murinus | Anna Marie | 3 | 16 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Toothless Wander | lenchenelf | 9 | 16 years 4 months ago |
| Story | How royally Avant-garde am I? | Mark Heathcote | 1 | 16 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Nearly human (again) | Nick.A | 3 | 16 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Do the British take their brollies? | Mark Heathcote | 6 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | VII Stanzas | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 16 years 10 months ago |
| Story | A Lovely Day | Jupiter | 18 | 16 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Trouble with Grace | Silver Spun Sand | 30 | 16 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Chaosity Kills | jennifer | 2 | 17 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Penetrates | jennifer | 1 | 17 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb | Mark Heathcote | 3 | 17 years 9 months ago |
| Story | A Cautionary Tale | MistakenMagic | 2 | 18 years 9 hours ago |
| Story | In these cormorant hours spent swift | Mark Heathcote | 2 | 18 years 2 weeks ago |
My stories
My last bone
I have welcomed death, his gaze his thoughts, his valentines day kiss his black tulips pressed against my blood filled lustful lips Death is not my foe, we are bed fellows
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- 618 reads
Think again
Think of the perfect island and then think again isn't the abyss more perfect? Think of swimming... Your weight, the weight of water gravity and motion... Isn't the abyss more perfect
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- 603 reads
The poets trinity
poets must be stoic as a tree rooted in coastal chalk-rock ravaged bent in one direction Willing as a lightening-rod to burst into fires free... There is but one love triangle
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- 698 reads
I go in search of nothing
I go in search of nothing and as they say nothing becomes of nothing but god willing, I’ll find me something...? The night is brim filled with stars look over head at Jupiter and Mars
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- 371 reads
Meandering space...
We grovel in the dust we drown in the sea we swim... In meadows lush and dance on the bough of a silver willow tree we adapt to the wind... And walk on the moon... As man is an angel
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- 528 reads