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StoryInsomnia MistakenMagic112 years 5 months ago
StoryFallen Angel MistakenMagic312 years 5 months ago
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StoryErin MistakenMagic012 years 5 months ago
StorySerita, I say your sari is beautiful.. littleditty1312 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Invigilator littleditty312 years 8 months ago
StoryBrass Frottage littleditty1312 years 8 months ago
Story..and if you don’t know cinnamon littleditty1112 years 9 months ago
StoryKlezmer, notes littleditty1012 years 9 months ago
StoryA Declaration adora512 years 10 months ago
StoryStan Parson Thru612 years 10 months ago
StoryDripsnot Goes in Search of a Wife! Denzella2412 years 10 months ago
StoryFour reasons to fear love lavadis1212 years 10 months ago
StoryEmily, they tore down the ABC MS1512 years 10 months ago
StoryUnder Trees The Walrus1412 years 10 months ago
StoryFEAR OF DARKNESS moonphish612 years 10 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3512 years 10 months ago
StoryArs Poetica Silver Spun Sand1812 years 10 months ago
StoryTrials and Tribulations IP Highhat3012 years 10 months ago
Forum topicUnited Press (Poetry Anthology) Clinton Morgan1612 years 10 months ago
StoryTime we all live by Beeme1712 years 10 months ago
StoryOops! Parson Thru212 years 10 months ago
StorySelling Success MS1112 years 10 months ago
StoryYou need to know about the poor little devil Highhat3412 years 10 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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