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StoryIndependence week InspiredWriter514 years 1 month ago
StoryShmoozing at an evening do mcmanaman414 years 1 month ago
StoryThoughts of Sunday Tea. Edenfalls1514 years 1 month ago
StoryHomemade Lemonade in the Summer InspiredWriter214 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Man with the Fish Tattoo Silver Spun Sand1614 years 1 month ago
StoryOne Day. InspiredWriter214 years 3 months ago
Story27 Repetitions ankari814 years 7 months ago
StoryTrying to change the world in an afternoon. InspiredWriter214 years 8 months ago
StoryHere With Her cormacru9991014 years 10 months ago
StoryHoly shit Batman (a schnippet of teenage life). InspiredWriter314 years 11 months ago
Story Buried Treasure Silver Spun Sand1814 years 11 months ago
StorySorry, I thought... shoe2115 years 1 week ago
Story'Bright, Shiny Things' Silver Spun Sand1215 years 1 week ago
StoryTremble. InspiredWriter515 years 1 week ago
StoryA kind of therapy seashore3915 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCelebration thanksforthepar...1715 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI'd Die For You pinda1415 years 7 months ago
StoryJaMes AlexandEr HOward. InspiredWriter315 years 8 months ago
StorySnatched by Nymphs. InspiredWriter315 years 8 months ago
StoryDevon and Somerset InspiredWriter315 years 9 months ago
StoryA Little Dream of Me MistakenMagic815 years 10 months ago
StoryIce-Cream InspiredWriter415 years 10 months ago
StoryBetween Scenes Lysander94715 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Big C InspiredWriter1315 years 11 months ago
StoryJolly Adventure WillSimpson216 years 4 days ago

My stories

Your ghost

I am a white spirit, An incandescent mist in your garden, Below your window With pale face staring up, And I wonder how you cannot sense my yearning. It's an internal energy,
Cherry

The Magpie and the Blackbird.

There's a blackbird, And it's flying between the trees, Hedgrows bowing and whining, Against the momentary weight Of cartilage and feathers. With a beak full of leaves

The Albino Deer

It is white and luminescent, unshadowed by the darkness of the night. It folds itself into the thick bowls of black liquid, A star against the filmy skin of la nuit. A prey to the outside,
Cherry

3 months too soon

I have the hands of a Doctor Come here, hold my hand Let me whisper in your ear A plethera of delicate secrets, Trails of words, strings of light Told and retold a thousand times over,

snowflake

You will never know just how beautiful you really are to me, Because you can't feel it, The way your fingertips tiptoe Unbegotten across my skin Timid as snowflakes

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