Beeme

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StoryDad Syphon1313 years 2 months ago
StoryOn Leaving MistakenMagic3113 years 2 months ago
StoryFire and love Beeme2413 years 2 months ago
StoryBig Bad jennifer1013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Girl With Many Names Jessiibear1513 years 2 months ago
StoryWe Are Syphon313 years 2 months ago
StoryThere Ain`t No Sun in Nightmares Syphon613 years 2 months ago
StorySelf-Medication ContinuityMistake213 years 2 months ago
StoryRejection lailoken313 years 2 months ago
StoryObsolete seashore1513 years 2 months ago
Storywaiting. maggyvaneijk913 years 3 months ago
StoryTake it all for him Beeme613 years 3 months ago
StoryEspresso Martini MistakenMagic2313 years 3 months ago
StoryLiving under a cloud Parson Thru413 years 3 months ago
Storydisambiguation shoe1813 years 3 months ago
StoryYou might be right andrew-evans213 years 3 months ago
StoryLet's face it Parson Thru713 years 3 months ago
StoryWhere you onced lived Beeme613 years 3 months ago
StoryEmbrace Firebird113 years 5 months ago
StoryGrandma Beeme313 years 5 months ago
StoryNext of Kin #3 Beeme513 years 6 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #4 Beeme613 years 6 months ago
StoryDon Paterson Didn't Eat His Venison MistakenMagic1713 years 6 months ago
StoryNice Day for It Silver Spun Sand3213 years 6 months ago
StoryNext Of Kin #2 Beeme413 years 6 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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