SugarHorse

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StoryThis Gift SugarHorse112 years 6 months ago
StoryTake me to the ocean SugarHorse212 years 6 months ago
StoryPraise bounteous providence... SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryLife in Orbit SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Childhood Sword SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryHoney SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryGood Enough? SugarHorse112 years 6 months ago
StoryGoodbye love SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryEscape is Not an Option SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StoryFor You SugarHorse012 years 6 months ago
StorySalt. Amore314 years 8 months ago
StoryMotherly Moon (For Will) SugarHorse315 years 2 months ago
StoryLittle One cassiopeia315 years 2 months ago
Forum topicABCtales Magazine Issue # 22 ABCtalesMag1215 years 2 months ago
StoryRoses SugarHorse415 years 2 months ago
StoryThe diamond shoe1415 years 5 months ago
Story I know... shoe915 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Pianist SugarHorse715 years 6 months ago
StoryThe black angel and the seventh son rjnewlyn615 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Struggle Soulman215 years 7 months ago
StoryJacob's ladder rjnewlyn1915 years 7 months ago
StoryShe Didn't Say SugarHorse215 years 8 months ago
StoryMercy SugarHorse215 years 8 months ago
StoryI am a Ghost. SugarHorse215 years 9 months ago
StoryPrincess SugarHorse415 years 10 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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