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StoryInsomnia MistakenMagic113 years 1 month ago
StoryFallen Angel MistakenMagic313 years 1 month ago
StoryEuphoria MistakenMagic013 years 1 month ago
StoryEnigma MistakenMagic013 years 1 month ago
StoryErin MistakenMagic013 years 1 month ago
StorySerita, I say your sari is beautiful.. littleditty1313 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Invigilator littleditty313 years 4 months ago
StoryBrass Frottage littleditty1313 years 4 months ago
Story..and if you don’t know cinnamon littleditty1113 years 4 months ago
StoryKlezmer, notes littleditty1013 years 5 months ago
StoryA Declaration adora513 years 6 months ago
StoryDripsnot Goes in Search of a Wife! Denzella2413 years 6 months ago
StoryFour reasons to fear love lavadis1213 years 6 months ago
StoryEmily, they tore down the ABC MS1513 years 6 months ago
StoryUnder Trees The Walrus1413 years 6 months ago
StoryFEAR OF DARKNESS moonphish613 years 6 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 6 months ago
StoryArs Poetica Silver Spun Sand1813 years 6 months ago
StoryTrials and Tribulations IP Highhat2913 years 6 months ago
Forum topicUnited Press (Poetry Anthology) Clinton Morgan1613 years 6 months ago
StoryTime we all live by Beeme1713 years 6 months ago
StorySelling Success MS913 years 6 months ago
StoryYou need to know about the poor little devil Highhat3213 years 6 months ago
StoryI've got a lovely bunch of limericks ...here they are standing in a row! (I.P.) Denzella1313 years 6 months ago
StoryAghast The Walrus1313 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Thank God I Didn’t Inherit My Father’s Nose

Just an archetypal, middle-class life with a dark-haired lawyer husband who looks remarkably like Ed Stoppard... OK, maybe an accountant who looks like Martin Freeman.
Cherry

A Study in South Street

I know where I want to live when I grow up.
Cherry

Pour A Little Salt, We Were Never Here

October sunlight stumbles into the room as I rise, shrugging off the curious telepathy of dreams. Dandelion prints chase their yellow tails across the walls; it is as if you were never here.
Cherry

A List of Things I Would Do to James McAvoy

The street light on the corner faded to a flickering, blood-red wound, and when I woke up at dawn it stood there, black and solemn, like a burned-out match.
Cherry

Unexpected Intrusions of Beauty

the shrunken envelopes and newspaper are brown and crinkled like the underside of a mushroom, and the slender black sticks are curved with the symmetry of bones.

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