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StoryMoscow ankari314 years 1 month ago
StoryInstant ankari614 years 5 months ago
StoryOh Vienna ankari215 years 4 weeks ago
Story I fell in love with a Chinese communist span215 years 1 month ago
StoryMoving on. Beeme1115 years 2 months ago
StoryLive Dreams ankari415 years 2 months ago
StoryHeart Splitting ankari315 years 2 months ago
StoryEndings and Beginnings ankari515 years 2 months ago
StoryOne Man's Junk (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand2215 years 2 months ago
StoryDescribe A Place Where You Feel Afraid. InspiredWriter215 years 2 months ago
StoryNovember 6th ankari915 years 3 months ago
StoryNothing, not finished InspiredWriter315 years 3 months ago
Storymornings. maggyvaneijk1615 years 4 months ago
Storywaiting. maggyvaneijk915 years 4 months ago
StorySplurge [IP] ankari215 years 4 months ago
StorySundial ankari315 years 4 months ago
StoryOne Kiss ankari615 years 6 months ago
StoryLetters to a Dead Man christajoyce615 years 6 months ago
StoryLosing It MistakenMagic2915 years 6 months ago
StoryVisiting production careyssej115 years 6 months ago
StoryWall-E aitticboy215 years 6 months ago
Story90 Minutes Verity Valentine415 years 7 months ago
StorymANNeAter aitticboy1515 years 7 months ago
StoryCYCLIC. Lem115 years 7 months ago
StoryHeaven aitticboy215 years 9 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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