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StoryEven in death you look pretty maggyvaneijk2614 years 4 months ago
StoryThe folly of wishful thinking shoe1214 years 4 months ago
StoryAlicia at Number Three (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1614 years 4 months ago
StoryLove is like holding your head to an electric fan, real close. maggyvaneijk3314 years 4 months ago
StorySimplicity (Inspiration Point) MistakenMagic2214 years 4 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 18 rjnewlyn914 years 5 months ago
StorySilence Beeme1514 years 5 months ago
StoryA rhapsody for my Rodney (I.P) adora614 years 5 months ago
StoryIf you only knew seashore3714 years 5 months ago
Storythe artist's prophecy seannelson214 years 5 months ago
StoryOld John skinner_jennifer1214 years 5 months ago
StoryLeaky Pipes barryj1614 years 5 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 17 rjnewlyn1114 years 5 months ago
StorySay It Isn't So Silver Spun Sand1614 years 5 months ago
StoryWhen it hits Gunnerson814 years 5 months ago
StorySlow Dance threeleafshamrock1414 years 5 months ago
StoryGrace Silver Spun Sand2614 years 5 months ago
StoryGoodbye Note! I.P. threeleafshamrock1314 years 5 months ago
StoryDestiny threeleafshamrock214 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Burning shoe1714 years 5 months ago
StoryWhen Classically Trained Musicians Meet And Make Love - IP Dynamaso2914 years 5 months ago
StoryBibliophiles luigi_pagano2314 years 5 months ago
StorySummer Solstice Silver Spun Sand1614 years 5 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 16 rjnewlyn914 years 5 months ago
Story"Darkest Before Dawn" (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2614 years 5 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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