Lady-Bathsheba

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StoryYou decide ... Lady-Bathsheba815 years 7 months ago
StoryJon thanksforthepar...415 years 8 months ago
StoryThursdays I sees er Part 1 thanksforthepar...515 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Grandma Dorothy Genevieve Nelson seannelson215 years 9 months ago
StoryLife ... Lady-Bathsheba515 years 11 months ago
StoryEmpathy Lady-Bathsheba415 years 11 months ago
StoryIt all began with Nana's cat Lady-Bathsheba315 years 11 months ago
StoryJust One More. Hal 9000515 years 11 months ago
StoryI know ... Lady-Bathsheba815 years 11 months ago
StoryROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN Lady-Bathsheba1016 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Wandering Hands Of angel-from-hell316 years 3 months ago
StoryDrugs Are Bad angel-from-hell116 years 4 months ago
StoryPlease can i have a cherry? angel-from-hell1816 years 4 months ago
StoryImpure comparison angel-from-hell216 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Secret of the two Ladie's. Cavalcader816 years 4 months ago
Story"Facebook" francisraymonda...916 years 4 months ago
Story Hold Me In Your Arms Cavalcader516 years 5 months ago
StoryFreedom angel-from-hell216 years 5 months ago
StorySilver Wings Cavalcader2916 years 5 months ago
StoryForlorn Adolescent angel-from-hell216 years 5 months ago
StoryFear young_choose_life116 years 5 months ago
StoryI took a bullet. Yazmin316 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Reluctant Nomad PhilS516 years 5 months ago
StoryBoy-Blue Silver Spun Sand1516 years 5 months ago
StoryPikey Bingo Hal 9000516 years 5 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Awareness

Just who the hell Do you think you are? In your house that is so Twee Just who the hell Do you think you are? You are NO more different than ME Just because

An oracle in obscurity of thought

Husband raises eyes and beholds Wife Showcased on the marital bed like some bizarre opus of abstract art Dali would have been so proud! Juxtaposition of Wife

Dancing Dead Babies

They say it scars you for life! They say it consumes your soul! They say you never get over it! They say a lot of things … Am I so different? Or maybe? I’m just

Poetic Liberty

M’lud I stand before you Contained within this dock The night I was arrested I can tell you Was a shock! Because? … I do NOT write in metaphors Because?… I say it as it IS

Freewill

The lonely little shepherd boy Sat on the moonlit hill Basking in the glory Of the thrill Of his first kill First to die was father Aborted in his prime Next to die was mother

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