Beeme

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StoryDad Syphon1313 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Leaving MistakenMagic3013 years 10 months ago
StoryFire and love Beeme2413 years 10 months ago
StoryBig Bad jennifer1013 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Girl With Many Names Jessiibear1513 years 10 months ago
StoryWe Are Syphon313 years 10 months ago
StoryThere Ain`t No Sun in Nightmares Syphon613 years 10 months ago
StorySelf-Medication ContinuityMistake213 years 10 months ago
StoryRejection lailoken313 years 10 months ago
StoryObsolete seashore1513 years 10 months ago
Storywaiting. maggyvaneijk913 years 11 months ago
StoryTake it all for him Beeme613 years 11 months ago
StoryEspresso Martini MistakenMagic2213 years 11 months ago
Storydisambiguation shoe1813 years 11 months ago
StoryYou might be right andrew-evans213 years 11 months ago
StoryWhere you onced lived Beeme613 years 11 months ago
StoryEmbrace Firebird114 years 1 month ago
StoryGrandma Beeme314 years 1 month ago
StoryNext of Kin #3 Beeme514 years 2 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #4 Beeme614 years 2 months ago
StoryDon Paterson Didn't Eat His Venison MistakenMagic1714 years 2 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3214 years 2 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #2 Beeme414 years 2 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin Beeme614 years 2 months ago
StoryHomer...and all that Jazz Silver Spun Sand1914 years 2 months ago

My stories

Next Of Kin #2

The lights were blinding he blinked and tried to steady his eyesight against the wavering skyline.

Next Of Kin

Mother always told him that God created this Earth and his father wore that beauty down daily in his pick-up truck.

Living Light-Birth marks (3)

When I gave birth to Nicholas I felt like motherhood would grant me my second chance. I did not realise then how selfish this ideology was until I was a mother.
Cherry

Living Light- promises (2)

I can hear voices, a cold brush of air like breath ebbing along the bed sheets. I want to reach out, to stroke his cheek or hold my children’s tired bodies until they decide to stir.

Starting again

Where we spend our night times pushing our glowing limbs beneath bed sheets and worrying that the person next to us, hates our bodies...

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