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StoryYuletide Buds francisraymonda...112 years 6 months ago
StoryBlack francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
StoryAsylum francisraymonda...612 years 10 months ago
StoryA Pacific Seaside francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
StoryA Misconceptional Promise Letter francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Stories" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"Falling Plates Of Glass" francisraymonda...112 years 10 months ago
Story"Morning" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"Desert Rain" francisraymonda...112 years 10 months ago
Story"The Weeping Man" francisraymonda...512 years 10 months ago
Story"Short" francisraymonda...412 years 10 months ago
Story"Floccinaucinihilipilification" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Propaganda" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"This Valentine's Wish" francisraymonda...412 years 10 months ago
Story"Evening Walk" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"What Happened?" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Embrace" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Swear" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"After Blind" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"I'm Bored" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"A Dream" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago
Story"Hasbeen" ( for every broken-heart) francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"The Lumberjack's Winter" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Listen" francisraymonda...012 years 10 months ago
Story"Villain" francisraymonda...212 years 10 months ago

My stories

sunkissed

I dream of the day where I would sit down and write about something that’s not about you. Because as much as I liked comparing what we had with the...

metamorphosis

I’m not going to apologize. Life is too short a time, and too big a place to stay where I was once. And I will not stop until the mountain, stands...

A Once Lived in Home

Dust and paper-thin paint, peeling ink and wood. A tear, a crease and a half-meant smile of a portrait left hanging on an empty wall. rusted nails...

fired

The commute home felt easier- even the crowds provided a different level of comfort. Something about their tired, old faces worn out by the day’s...

my bad

Two and a half years later, and I still wondered how our definition of “forever” meant we’d one day wake up, with nothing but a silhouette and a few...

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