andrew-evans

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StoryHe has a secret andrew-evans316 years 1 week ago
StoryShe was the lumberjack's wife andrew-evans416 years 1 week ago
StoryI wish i had the right words andrew-evans116 years 1 week ago
StoryNever ever andrew-evans216 years 1 month ago
StoryMy First Poem 04greevesj516 years 3 months ago
StoryWhole andrew-evans416 years 4 months ago
StoryOverlooked andrew-evans216 years 5 months ago
StoryMy new age pen pal andrew-evans416 years 7 months ago
StoryAn Incident on the Line Silver Spun Sand2216 years 8 months ago
StoryMy shadow andrew-evans617 years 2 months ago
StorySuicide IS murder andrew-evans417 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst kiss andrew-evans617 years 9 months ago

My stories

Start over again

He sits there in that dark and lonley corner reflecting on things past, present and future, curled up, protected, face in hands head hanging low, eyes sting with tears that seem to of come

Friendship lost to hardship

We used to sit there on cold mornings when the grass was crisp with frost, and you'd tell me the your bum had gone numb, we'd sit there on the hotest days just sunning ourselfs

Life in the balance

It's so beautiful up here way above the concrete jungle of the modern day, above the hussle and bussle of day to day living, a world where there's no forgiving where every man woman and child
Cherry

The real reflection (alternate ending)

The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees

The real reflection

The cold water hits his face snapping everything back into focus, he raises his eyes and glances in the glass, the mirror on the wall, And he doesn't see what everyone else sees

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