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StoryInsomnia MistakenMagic112 years 10 months ago
StoryFallen Angel MistakenMagic312 years 10 months ago
StoryEuphoria MistakenMagic012 years 10 months ago
StoryEnigma MistakenMagic012 years 10 months ago
StoryErin MistakenMagic012 years 10 months ago
StorySerita, I say your sari is beautiful.. littleditty1313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Invigilator littleditty313 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBrass Frottage littleditty1313 years 1 month ago
Story..and if you don’t know cinnamon littleditty1113 years 1 month ago
StoryKlezmer, notes littleditty1013 years 1 month ago
StoryA Declaration adora513 years 2 months ago
StoryDripsnot Goes in Search of a Wife! Denzella2413 years 2 months ago
StoryFour reasons to fear love lavadis1213 years 2 months ago
StoryEmily, they tore down the ABC MS1513 years 2 months ago
StoryUnder Trees The Walrus1413 years 2 months ago
StoryFEAR OF DARKNESS moonphish613 years 2 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 2 months ago
StoryArs Poetica Silver Spun Sand1813 years 2 months ago
StoryTrials and Tribulations IP Highhat2913 years 2 months ago
Forum topicUnited Press (Poetry Anthology) Clinton Morgan1613 years 3 months ago
StoryTime we all live by Beeme1713 years 3 months ago
StorySelling Success MS913 years 3 months ago
StoryYou need to know about the poor little devil Highhat3213 years 3 months ago
StoryI've got a lovely bunch of limericks ...here they are standing in a row! (I.P.) Denzella1313 years 3 months ago
StoryAghast The Walrus1313 years 3 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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