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StoryCanvas Shoes and Concrete Blues MaliciousMudkip714 years 2 months ago
StoryCourage is Letting Go blighters rock1314 years 2 months ago
StoryMan and his Faithful Friend skinner_jennifer814 years 2 months ago
StoryThese Foolish Things Silver Spun Sand814 years 2 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #2 Beeme414 years 2 months ago
StoryI don't Daniel Saint-John914 years 2 months ago
StoryOf Moths and of Men (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2314 years 2 months ago
StoryI find myself here... shoe914 years 2 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1914 years 2 months ago
StoryHalloween fishnets.. littleditty914 years 2 months ago
StoryLiving Light- promises (2) Beeme514 years 3 months ago
StoryWasps fatboy742314 years 3 months ago
StoryDecennial Dynamaso614 years 3 months ago
StoryLove Poem (with instructions) well-wisher314 years 3 months ago
StoryRed Shoes shoe614 years 3 months ago
StoryPure Love. ScoZen2314 years 3 months ago
StoryReel Life well-wisher214 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Folly and The Ivy (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Art of Letting Go Silver Spun Sand1814 years 3 months ago
StoryTomorrows threeleafshamrock1214 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Bookcase, 4am MistakenMagic1914 years 3 months ago
StoryStarting again Beeme214 years 3 months ago
StoryCreaky House II hudsonmoon214 years 3 months ago
StoryCreaky House hudsonmoon614 years 3 months ago
StoryUnveiling of a hidden rose well-wisher514 years 3 months ago

My stories

Cherry

The Prodigals

She crushed us into boulders, curled us into roses. Rejected. Not the perfection she wanted. In this sin-bin we strike cubist poses.

"Verboten"

With a grin you dubbed the subject "Verboten" - surprised me with your German; but then again, everything spoken between us is in a different language.
Cherry

Ritardando

Spring is late this year. April is born into a cold, grey hole and the seasons are so out of sync. Perhaps it is time slowing down, for our sakes.
Cherry

Summer

Off to university this October, unfortunately this means I'll be leaving a few people behind this summer. 'Nothing is captive - times spins so fast the colours are blurred.'

Supernova

Sequel to 'Untouchable'. I am a walking supernova, collapsing in on myself - slowly, slowly imploding under the weight of your indifference to my existence.

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