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StoryDrawing truth Kahdai812 years 6 months ago
Story"Made-Of-Lion" VT213 years 1 week ago
StoryMissing(I.P.) Kahdai513 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMiles to Go Before I Sleep MistakenMagic2713 years 1 month ago
StoryPill Lem713 years 2 months ago
StoryThings Left Unsaid Ayla Starr213 years 2 months ago
StoryFirst Love 2 Steve113 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Test (Part Three) _elle_213 years 3 months ago
StoryBlizzard of butterflies Kahdai1113 years 3 months ago
StoryKeys to my heart jennifer1513 years 4 months ago
StoryDie Langsamkeit des Sterbens or the death of the poet Rainer Maria Rilke Yutka713 years 4 months ago
StoryWinterness; (A micro fiction) rae1213 years 5 months ago
StoryFive A.M. Lem513 years 6 months ago
StoryChimneys 3 samhennig213 years 6 months ago
StoryWellington Boots samhennig613 years 6 months ago
StoryChange history Kahdai613 years 6 months ago
StorySong of my life! (I.P.) Kahdai613 years 6 months ago
StoryOnce upon a false-night sky Kahdai613 years 6 months ago
StoryTraditional poem from the Region of the Light Lem413 years 6 months ago
Forum topic01/10/10 Story, Poem and Ip of the Week tcook1613 years 6 months ago
StoryFinding real-magic Kahdai213 years 7 months ago
Storypeeps Kahdai413 years 7 months ago
Storyhallucinations in dreams inside dreams in the University of Delusiana seannelson313 years 7 months ago
StoryNothing Ever Happens Here (I.P.) Lem713 years 7 months ago
StoryThe only way I know song (still drafting) Kahdai513 years 8 months ago

My stories

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Boxes

There are two boxes in my attic. It is so gloomy I can’t make out where the walls are, but the space around me speaks of vastness; my footsteps echo...
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No, You Said

No, you said. Speak now. Every day. We can fix this. Can't get rid of me that easy. No rest for the wicked means no sleep. Seeds of doubt long buried...
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Jonas' Angel- Chapter 1

The late winter sunlight casts a thin glow over Marienplatz, the heart of Munich. Partial swathes of snow coat the mottled grey stone of the Rathaus...

Green Haven

Warm mossy haven A carpet of green The stories she weaves With her silver tongue and voice of gold Heavy raindrops bring their shimmer of cold Scent...
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And Spring

And spring is bringing with it all the colours And all the promises of summers past And dandelions bursting through the ivy And lovers daisy-chained...
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