SugarHorse

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StoryThis Gift SugarHorse113 years 1 month ago
StoryTake me to the ocean SugarHorse213 years 1 month ago
StoryPraise bounteous providence... SugarHorse013 years 1 month ago
StoryLife in Orbit SugarHorse013 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Childhood Sword SugarHorse013 years 1 month ago
StoryHoney SugarHorse013 years 1 month ago
StoryGood Enough? SugarHorse113 years 1 month ago
StoryGoodbye love SugarHorse013 years 1 month ago
StoryEscape is Not an Option SugarHorse013 years 2 months ago
StoryFor You SugarHorse013 years 2 months ago
StorySalt. Amore315 years 3 months ago
StoryMotherly Moon (For Will) SugarHorse315 years 9 months ago
StoryLittle One cassiopeia315 years 10 months ago
Forum topicABCtales Magazine Issue # 22 ABCtalesMag1215 years 10 months ago
StoryRoses SugarHorse415 years 10 months ago
StoryThe diamond shoe1416 years 1 week ago
Story I know... shoe916 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Pianist SugarHorse716 years 2 months ago
StoryThe black angel and the seventh son rjnewlyn616 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Struggle Soulman216 years 2 months ago
StoryJacob's ladder rjnewlyn1916 years 2 months ago
StoryShe Didn't Say SugarHorse216 years 3 months ago
StoryMercy SugarHorse216 years 4 months ago
StoryI am a Ghost. SugarHorse216 years 4 months ago
StoryPrincess SugarHorse416 years 5 months ago

My stories

The Pianist

Music, as clear and bright as springtime rain, blossoms in the longing optimism that one day a flower will grow, this late in the season.

She Didn't Say

None of us expected her to die like that. She was one of those people you thought would live forever.
Cherry

Autumn Rain

I remember such a happy childhood, grown up in the bliss of eternal autumn rain. I remember tiny droplets of stars falling from Heaven and the pollen of the Earth rising into the air.

Mercy

One kind act of mercy; one act to save my life Stood in the rain, pouring from my eyes Your open arms allow ice to enter your body And we freeze ourselves together

My Heavy Heart

With a heavy heart, I apologise to the creature I resented for so long. It wasn’t the gargoyle clawing its way up my spine I should have been more weary of, but the angel holding my hand.

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