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StoryWyrm rjnewlyn1115 years 6 months ago
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StoryThe horseman - part 8 rjnewlyn715 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Moon and Back Silver Spun Sand1715 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Written in the stars

re-post, reworked slightly

White dreamer

obsessed with the current snow, have no idea about this one.
Cherry

White journey

'Hurriedly I walked in a shawl of fine, glittering air. As ivory I stood -a target, hunted by the cool kiss of the wind. ' inspired by the snow today

Innocence

'If there was any place which you could forget. The broken pulsations of your heart and discard the sorrow from your eyes, whilst you read. You'd shrink into that aimless embryo of a man,'

Hope on a cold day

'The sun shone so brightly. The streaks of sunlight; like a white flag of surrender across the horizon.'

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