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StoryMere Dynamaso2814 years 11 months ago
Story'Goodbye' She Wrote Silver Spun Sand2414 years 11 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 14 rjnewlyn914 years 11 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 13 rjnewlyn914 years 11 months ago
StoryA Pregnant Pause luigi_pagano1014 years 11 months ago
StoryAngelina Silver Spun Sand2214 years 11 months ago
StoryFREE SPIRIT skinner_jennifer3614 years 11 months ago
StorySorry, I thought... shoe2114 years 11 months ago
StoryHeathcliff barryj11314 years 11 months ago
StoryLazy Perfect Sunday skinner_jennifer1214 years 11 months ago
StoryTime Moves On threeleafshamrock214 years 11 months ago
StoryLines Beeme1114 years 11 months ago
StoryGeneral Knowledge - IP Response Dynamaso1014 years 11 months ago
Storytellmumimokay maggyvaneijk1714 years 11 months ago
StoryIn pieces shoe1514 years 11 months ago
StoryRambutan - IP Response Dynamaso1414 years 11 months ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 12 rjnewlyn814 years 11 months ago
StoryGeneral Knowledge (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2314 years 11 months ago
StoryI Want to Taste Your Lips Tonight threeleafshamrock214 years 12 months ago
StoryIf by Chance! skinner_jennifer1015 years 5 hours ago
StoryIf you meet me, have some sympathy 11 rjnewlyn1115 years 5 hours ago
StoryI'd Die for a Cherry... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2015 years 5 hours ago
StoryButtons mikepyro415 years 1 day ago
StoryFear Beeme815 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Candidate luigi_pagano1015 years 1 week ago

My stories

Flatliner

The green line makes Mountains on the monitor And that steady Beeping Pulses a lullaby. I grasp your hand like An anchor. Although I know your Wings ache to Spread Beneath dusty sheets.
Cherry

The Fortune Teller

In the playground We gathered around the fortune teller With his flapping paper mouth, Pinched between anxious fingers.

Indigo and Gold

And it’s just us. Locked in a turbulent tango Across an eclipsing ballroom To the giddy pipes of fate.

Queen of Hearts

Paris. August. Freeze frame. The People’s Princess fades into white light, Though she never quite reaches The end of the tunnel.

Under My Skin

The letters that spell out ‘I love you’ Pitch their tents In the heart-shaped hole Of his chest And sting like a cold shower.

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