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StoryMoscow ankari314 years 8 months ago
StoryInstant ankari615 years 1 week ago
StoryOh Vienna ankari215 years 8 months ago
Story I fell in love with a Chinese communist span215 years 9 months ago
StoryMoving on. Beeme1115 years 9 months ago
StoryLive Dreams ankari415 years 9 months ago
StoryHeart Splitting ankari315 years 9 months ago
StoryEndings and Beginnings ankari515 years 9 months ago
StoryOne Man's Junk (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2215 years 9 months ago
StoryDescribe A Place Where You Feel Afraid. InspiredWriter215 years 10 months ago
StoryNovember 6th ankari915 years 10 months ago
StoryNothing, not finished InspiredWriter315 years 10 months ago
Storymornings. maggyvaneijk1615 years 11 months ago
Storywaiting. maggyvaneijk915 years 11 months ago
StorySplurge [IP] ankari215 years 11 months ago
StorySundial ankari315 years 12 months ago
StoryOne Kiss ankari616 years 1 month ago
StoryLetters to a Dead Man christajoyce616 years 1 month ago
StoryLosing It MistakenMagic2916 years 1 month ago
StoryVisiting production careyssej116 years 1 month ago
StoryWall-E aitticboy216 years 1 month ago
Story90 Minutes Verity Valentine416 years 2 months ago
StorymANNeAter aitticboy1516 years 2 months ago
StoryCYCLIC. Lem116 years 2 months ago
StoryHeaven aitticboy216 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Oh Vienna

We are a chaste kiss waiting to happen By a table, with a lady frustrated by the lateness Of her boyfriend, pizza cooling A soft Viennese kiss brings it all back

Waiting

Think I might be lonely, or hungry, not sure. I pace once to the mirror and then to the door. There is an ailment in the way that I move My mother might see it in my cheek hollows and grooves

Sundial

I was gathering up all the dew, Night oxygen through my nostrils Leaving my father's that night. And I remembered just that one day and us sitting on the wall
Cherry

After Party

There's a party... after the party? A pointless embellishment upon another Invite Screams Nonsense After... party? What an odd phrase I hear myself say, deep in the confines of

Splurge [IP]

Give me the money. I think this, over and over, to the cash machine as those behind me pace silently, restlessly.

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