MistakenMagic

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StoryOf a Saturday Silver Spun Sand236 years 5 months ago
StoryA QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX skinner_jennifer206 years 5 months ago
StoryI Can't Help Wishing Christopher fatboy74816 years 6 months ago
StoryBeautiful Fish Kilb5066 years 10 months ago
StoryEulogy alexwritings67 years 1 month ago
StoryBlack Willow Silver Spun Sand67 years 11 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 3 Insertponceyfre...168 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Adventurous Faerie skinner_jennifer238 years 8 months ago
StoryUncle Sam Silver Spun Sand68 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Black Rose hilary west118 years 9 months ago
StoryLetting Go hilary west88 years 9 months ago
StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand118 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Dublin Fusilier threeleafshamrock268 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Ballad of Bill McNally kheldar58 years 11 months ago
StoryLove is Blind MistakenMagic19 years 2 months ago
StoryLas Vegas 2 Insertponceyfre...139 years 2 months ago
StoryLas Vegas Insertponceyfre...279 years 2 months ago
StoryDali's Clock MistakenMagic3010 years 8 months ago
StoryCursed MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
StoryCuriosity and the Cat MistakenMagic010 years 8 months ago
StoryConversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self MistakenMagic910 years 8 months ago
StoryComing Home MistakenMagic1910 years 8 months ago
StoryClean Slate MistakenMagic1210 years 8 months ago
StoryCaptive MistakenMagic2310 years 8 months ago
StoryBody Language MistakenMagic1710 years 8 months ago

My stories

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.
Cherry

Epigraph

Now the days are as sunny as peanut butter, but I stay inside watching re-runs of Blackadder, because I loved Captain Kevin Darling before I loved you.

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