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StoryEndings and Beginnings ankari515 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Final Kiss. InspiredWriter415 years 11 months ago
StoryDown In The Dumps luigi_pagano1315 years 11 months ago
StoryA truth of broken love WillSimpson315 years 11 months ago
StoryLosing It MistakenMagic2915 years 11 months ago
StoryDescribe A Place Where You Feel Afraid. InspiredWriter215 years 11 months ago
StoryNovember 6th ankari915 years 11 months ago
StorySundial ankari315 years 11 months ago
StoryAfter Party ankari115 years 11 months ago
StoryNothing, not finished InspiredWriter315 years 12 months ago
StoryLady of the Night. InspiredWriter316 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Birds Verity Valentine316 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Secret Weapon Verity Valentine416 years 2 months ago
StoryHer houndtang316 years 2 months ago
StorySpoon Terrence Oblong716 years 2 months ago
StorymANNeAter aitticboy1516 years 3 months ago
StoryAlbatross of the World Ewan816 years 5 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata. InspiredWriter1116 years 6 months ago
StorySilent departure. InspiredWriter316 years 6 months ago
StoryRequiem Anon. ankari616 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Rag Doll InspiredWriter416 years 7 months ago

My stories

Stolen.

This is the product of a very sudden longing to write something other than essays. I wouldn't say it was that great but give it a read! (:

Snatched by Nymphs.

The leaves are singing, Golden notes ringing out across starstruck mirrors Pooling. Ripples escaping their translucent bonds, Reaching out to a foundering shore,

Empty Field

The darkness opens its palms, And you pass over the fence leaving no footprints, Except the patches of flat grass where you danced.

JaMes AlexandEr HOward.

James Alexander Howard. It rolls of the tongue like sweet syrup, Dripping Like the delicate scent of jasmine on a steaming summer night. Frothing and creaming,
Cherry

Devon and Somerset

You won't see me in Middle Age. The lines on my face, The first whispy grey hairs protruding like weeds from my scalp. Sometimes I will think of you; wondering

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