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StoryMeat Crimes - Scene 4 Caldwell311 months 5 days ago
Blog entryBloody Scotland - Update! insertponceyfre...1011 months 6 days ago
StoryMeat Crimes - Scene 1 Caldwell111 months 6 days ago
StoryBonfire - IP Caldwell611 months 6 days ago
CollectionMeat Crimes Caldwell011 months 1 week ago
StoryMeat Crimes - Scene 3 Caldwell311 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Speed Of Dark // Eclipse Caldwell911 months 1 week ago
StoryMeat Crimes - Scene 2 Caldwell011 months 1 week ago
StoryI HATE YOU! Maxine Jasmin-Green711 months 1 week ago
Story60s Tea and Oranges Caldwell511 months 1 week ago
StoryBreast, not Beast purplehaze211 months 1 week ago
Blog entryIs there a word for it? Caldwell311 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Faceless Goddess of DIY purplehaze411 months 1 week ago
StoryLetter to Paul Simon from Cecilia (circa. Feb 1970) Caldwell411 months 1 week ago
StoryBurial Caldwell1011 months 2 weeks ago
StoryDetermiNature purplehaze111 months 2 weeks ago
StoryYou picked the wrong time to ask. lenchenelf811 months 2 weeks ago
StoryHello Beautiful Woman mcscraic211 months 2 weeks ago
StoryFigurehead queen beatle311 months 2 weeks ago
StoryIn your eye, the whole world turns queen beatle211 months 3 weeks ago
StoryOn the bright side (IP) Caldwell511 months 3 weeks ago
StoryMad Girl’s Heart Song jennifer811 months 3 weeks ago
StoryAnxiety Rules jennifer1711 months 3 weeks ago
StoryEscape drkevin311 months 3 weeks ago
StoryIt Was the Day I Went to Tyrebagger purplehaze311 months 3 weeks ago

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My stories

Cherry

The lyre of Orpheus

There was a summer, not long after Breathless came out, when I listened to it on repeat. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds — a song unlike most of theirs,...
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Hear the children cryin'

Some mornings I wake from dreams that don’t announce themselves as dreams. They slip into the day like breath into fog. One in particular lingered...
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Lausanne Epilogue

Some mornings I wake before the alarm. The dog lifts her head, watches me for a second, then exhales and settles back into herself. I sit there in...
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Rue (following on from Funeral Games)

Now that the central figures were gone, the anger hollowed into silence. The performance had ended. No one was left to fight but ghosts. I found...
Cherry

Funeral Games

The worst part about my father’s death wasn’t the death. It was the circus that formed around it — a slow-moving horror of corridors, signatures,...

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