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StoryLittle spotted trout queen beatle013 years 3 months ago
StoryThe desert in my head queen beatle013 years 3 months ago
StoryDream - - The Warmth In Its Eyes queen beatle013 years 3 months ago
StoryFish People In New York (A Dream I Had) queen beatle213 years 9 months ago
StoryDream -- Christian Bale vs. Russian Zombies At Christmas queen beatle313 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Drums of Siliconia queen beatle814 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDream - - School Virus queen beatle214 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI Scribble Lyrics on the Clock queen beatle214 years 1 month ago
StoryFreewriting 6 - The Snow Toes queen beatle614 years 1 month ago
StoryLook Eastward well-wisher714 years 1 month ago
StoryI Could Sense You queen beatle214 years 1 month ago
StoryHe Moves In Patterns queen beatle314 years 1 month ago
StoryPosthumous queen beatle614 years 1 month ago
StoryEden of Dreams skinner_jennifer2814 years 1 month ago
StoryFreewriting 4 - Sprites and Gingham queen beatle314 years 2 months ago
StoryFreewriting 5 - The Night that Never Will Be queen beatle314 years 2 months ago
StoryFreewriting 3 - Elders and Oak Leaves queen beatle214 years 2 months ago
StoryFreewriting 2 queen beatle414 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWin a pig competition Terrence Oblong214 years 10 months ago
StoryKnock at the Door queen beatle315 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Flame Nolan1715 years 7 months ago
StoryFreewriting queen beatle515 years 10 months ago
StoryAn oracle in obscurity of thought Lady-Bathsheba115 years 11 months ago
StoryTo Happiness, littleditty417 years 9 months ago
StoryFog queen beatle517 years 12 months ago

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Cherry

The Salmon of Doubt

The ranting winds that bucket us With stinging salt lashes on skin And screaming frozen harpy-ridden fury Will soon be kitten-soft and sighing. Jaw-...
Cherry

Campfire

A pocket-sized elegy for driftwood.
Gold cherry

The Middle of the Road

There's something about the middle of the road When I wander down half drunk Drifting from the pavement Ignoring the stifled laughter of pre-dawn...

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