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StoryDarling around you Nolan411 year 29 min ago
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StoryHush! To sleep! Nolan163 years 6 months ago
Storystarry night Nolan204 years 3 months ago
StoryWhite Surf Nolan175 years 1 month ago
StoryResurrection (IP) seashore246 years 2 months ago
Story3am Verity Valentine36 years 3 months ago
Story'Don't Try' Ewan26 years 7 months ago
StoryGonubie Nolan188 years 2 months ago
StoryAs good as it gets AliciaB78 years 3 months ago
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StoryPicture at an Exhibition Silver Spun Sand118 years 11 months ago
StoryShape shifter Beeme69 years 5 months ago
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StoryCowboy Beeme710 years 8 months ago

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Cherry

Shape shifter

I am five when I tell my mother that I have been eaten. My mum returns as a crow, she reads up on anorexics; picking at bones with her circled beak...
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It is more

Starlings setting flight, your voice is an echo We don’t know terrain like oceans, don’t recognise borders Except those of fingers the bridge of hands

Rome

You never knew what I felt your voice a tolling bell, death jam; calling me out from the shadows and every time I rose again and again. Flashing like Rome mighty and eternal

Manifest

Between the wolf and girl is a hummingbird encased in red feathers, it claws at itself, shredding its feathers into its nest. Crying out as though it is caught in a nightmare.
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Borders

Because they have decided it would be good for me to grab some air. I step outside my hands spread out like an atlas, the compass of my pearly white body spinning, grappling

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