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StoryWhen it hits Gunnerson815 years 3 months ago
StorySlow Dance threeleafshamrock1415 years 3 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2615 years 4 months ago
StoryGoodbye Note! I.P. threeleafshamrock1315 years 4 months ago
StoryDestiny threeleafshamrock215 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Burning shoe1715 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2815 years 4 months ago
StoryBibliophiles luigi_pagano2315 years 4 months ago
StorySummer Solstice Silver Spun Sand1615 years 4 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 16 rjnewlyn915 years 4 months ago
Story"Darkest Before Dawn" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2615 years 4 months ago
StoryLindsay MistakenMagic2215 years 4 months ago
StoryMY DEAR LORRAINE Updated. June 2011. How do I keep the reads 348 from 2009 Cavalcader915 years 4 months ago
StoryLove is... vidit.chopra515 years 4 months ago
StoryAll The Best vidit.chopra415 years 4 months ago
StoryThe God's Child vidit.chopra615 years 4 months ago
StoryLife, Death and Soul vidit.chopra615 years 4 months ago
StoryAddiction vidit.chopra215 years 4 months ago
StorySmile vidit.chopra215 years 4 months ago
StoryRain vidit.chopra515 years 4 months ago
StoryThe walk to remember vidit.chopra515 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Invisible Hand barryj1515 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE SPRING TIME OF LIFE skinner_jennifer3015 years 4 months ago
StoryDiary of a daughter who didn't get the part maggyvaneijk2215 years 4 months ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2615 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Lipstick On Your Collar

Late again. I pick holes in your story like a moth. I know you were with her. Your fingers recoil guiltily to your pockets.
Cherry

Siren

I am a mirage born into a cradle of opium dreams. At night you sit in your concave room, basking in the violet artificial glow
Cherry

Icarus

I was a moth with pale wings patterned with coffee rings, thinking that one flutter could make your heart skip a beat.
Cherry

Pear-Shaped

My body is wrong. Every crease, every curve Is a contradiction, Like a figure eight Seen in a warped mirror.
Cherry

Pandora

The summer was heralded By a chorus of ice cream vans Humming Green sleeves As they flowed through The tributaries of the suburb.

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