Beeme
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Rhapsody in Blue | skinner_jennifer | 10 | 1 year 10 months ago |
| Story | Green (IP) | seashore | 12 | 2 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Darling around you | Nolan | 41 | 2 years 9 months ago |
| Story | You Cost Me My Summer | smokejack | 2 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Optimist in love with a pessimist | smokejack | 3 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | All Gods | smokejack | 3 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Afghanistan | smokejack | 4 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | England's High Street | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | A little drop of poison | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Finite's Lost Arrow | smokejack | 1 | 3 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Hush! To sleep! | Nolan | 16 | 5 years 3 months ago |
| Story | starry night | Nolan | 20 | 6 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | White Surf | Nolan | 17 | 6 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Resurrection (IP) | seashore | 24 | 7 years 11 months ago |
| Story | 3am | Verity Valentine | 3 | 8 years 1 month ago |
| Story | 'Don't Try' | Ewan | 2 | 8 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Gonubie | Nolan | 18 | 9 years 12 months ago |
| Story | As good as it gets | AliciaB | 7 | 10 years 4 weeks ago |
| Story | Anxiety of Night | elz | 2 | 10 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Boo hoo boy | celticman | 4 | 10 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Picture at an Exhibition | Silver Spun Sand | 11 | 10 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Shape shifter | Beeme | 6 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Darkness | Beeme | 11 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Dance with me | Beeme | 11 | 12 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Cowboy | Beeme | 7 | 12 years 6 months ago |
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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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- 2578 reads
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
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- 972 reads
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
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- 1378 reads
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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- 1991 reads
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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- 3621 reads