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StoryYuletide Buds francisraymonda...110 years 4 months ago
StoryBlack francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
StoryAsylum francisraymonda...610 years 8 months ago
StoryA Pacific Seaside francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
StoryA Misconceptional Promise Letter francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Stories" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"Falling Plates Of Glass" francisraymonda...110 years 8 months ago
Story"Morning" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"Desert Rain" francisraymonda...110 years 8 months ago
Story"The Weeping Man" francisraymonda...510 years 8 months ago
Story"Short" francisraymonda...410 years 8 months ago
Story"Floccinaucinihilipilification" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Propaganda" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"This Valentine's Wish" francisraymonda...410 years 8 months ago
Story"Evening Walk" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"What Happened?" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Embrace" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Swear" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"After Blind" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"I'm Bored" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"A Dream" francisraymonda...210 years 8 months ago
Story"Hasbeen" ( for every broken-heart) francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"The Lumberjack's Winter" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Listen" francisraymonda...010 years 8 months ago
Story"Villain" francisraymonda...210 years 8 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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