MistakenMagic

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StoryAN IDYLLIC AFTERNOON skinner_jennifer187 years 7 months ago
StoryOf a Saturday Silver Spun Sand237 years 8 months ago
StoryA QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX skinner_jennifer207 years 9 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74817 years 10 months ago
StoryBeautiful Fish Kilb5068 years 2 months ago
StoryEulogy alexwritings68 years 5 months ago
StoryBlack Willow Silver Spun Sand69 years 2 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 3 Insertponceyfre...169 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Adventurous Faerie skinner_jennifer239 years 12 months ago
StoryUncle Sam Silver Spun Sand610 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Black Rose hilary west1110 years 4 weeks ago
StoryLetting Go hilary west810 years 1 month ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand1110 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Dublin Fusilier threeleafshamrock2510 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar510 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is Blind MistakenMagic110 years 5 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 2 Insertponceyfre...1310 years 5 months ago
StoryLas Vegas Insertponceyfre...2710 years 5 months ago
StoryDali's Clock MistakenMagic3011 years 11 months ago
StoryCursed MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
StoryCuriosity and the Cat MistakenMagic011 years 11 months ago
StoryConversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self MistakenMagic911 years 11 months ago
StoryComing Home MistakenMagic1911 years 11 months ago
StoryClean Slate MistakenMagic1211 years 11 months ago
StoryCaptive MistakenMagic2311 years 11 months ago

My stories

Notes on a Long-Haul Flight

Bucharest is a spider's web heavy with dew. It mirrors the sky; a black expanse littered with glass, the blight mark of a fallen chandelier. A cracked wind-shield.
Gold cherry

My Family and Other Animals

Most mornings I wake at dawn. My sister snores opposite me in the double bed she claimed. "But I sleep diagonally!" "That's not a disability." There's no reasoning with some people.
Cherry

On Leaving

I am not as sentimental as I used to be. Like waiting for a delayed train, I teeter on the edge of the week, wondering if the freight load of feeling will ever arrive.
Cherry

Espresso Martini

"a triangle of black ice with an archipelago of coffee beans dotted across its thin layer of cream. A small miracle of vodka and coffee combined - I hold it aloft like the Holy Grail."
Cherry

Requiem

It hits me every time I come back: the smell of his soap in the bathroom.

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