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StoryOn Believing the Unbelievable...(IP) Silver Spun Sand2614 years 6 months ago
StoryShaking Beeme414 years 6 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 22 rjnewlyn814 years 6 months ago
StoryHieronymus Bosch's American Landscape barryj11214 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Colour Blue Silver Spun Sand2214 years 6 months ago
Storybig nothing haiku seannelson514 years 6 months ago
StoryHuman Vultures! prettyrose714 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Days of Maggie Spencer Silver Spun Sand1614 years 6 months ago
StoryPythagorean's Theorem Beeme1414 years 6 months ago
StoryRe source lenchenelf1114 years 6 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2514 years 6 months ago
StoryTin Trailers, and Denim Hats MaggieG1514 years 6 months ago
StoryLearning To Fly skinner_jennifer2714 years 6 months ago
StoryMidnight Sun Silver Spun Sand1414 years 6 months ago
StoryThose Forgotten Epyllians MaggieG1014 years 6 months ago
StoryVictimized ( I.P. ) skinner_jennifer1014 years 6 months ago
StoryTurf Man threeleafshamrock1114 years 6 months ago
StoryA Ghost, A Girl, A Garret Room kheldar1014 years 6 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 21 rjnewlyn1114 years 6 months ago
StoryNevaeh maggyvaneijk1714 years 6 months ago
StoryStrange Places (IP) Silver Spun Sand2014 years 6 months ago
StoryEscape Beeme514 years 6 months ago
StoryObject of Desire Silver Spun Sand2014 years 6 months ago
Story(An aside) littleditty614 years 7 months ago
StoryDivine Union skinner_jennifer1414 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Body Language

My fingers making spirals on your upturned palm - your spine, a shivering river, wading between the valley of your shoulder blades. My hand, floating downstream.
Cherry

Tuesday's Child

My dear sweet, little sister; an annoyance sent by angry storks. Oh, how with floppy tongues they flock. She is a nymph and I, Medusa. If only they would love me the way they love her.

Intensive Care

I despise this bleached Eden. This cold and clinical forest where clear, vine-like tubes twist around metal trees.

Seventeen Going On Twenty-Five

IP: 25 things about me At secondary school people told me I was posh because I used big words; I told them they were being hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobic.
Cherry

February

The world is angled in black and white. I long for the soft curves of spring and all its shapely colours, blooming like a fist unclenched.

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