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Story"Facebook" francisraymonda...913 years 6 days ago
Story"Anarchy" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"Dear Reader" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"The Man in the Roof" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"Motivation" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"Eco-friendly Epiphany" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"What the Nightingale Sees" francisraymonda...113 years 6 days ago
Story"Trapped" francisraymonda...213 years 6 days ago
Story"Bewilded" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Story"Bout the vulture-eyed man" francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Forum topicHas anyone else had this problem? francisraymonda...213 years 6 days ago
Forum topicRE: Oh, why Poseidon?! francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
Forum topicRE: Of the Withering Feather francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
CollectionSongs We Ask Ourselves francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
CollectionGrim francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
CollectionLove poems francisraymonda...013 years 6 days ago
StoryNursery Rhymes: Know Your URL francisraymonda...013 years 1 month ago
StoryReality(?) francisraymonda...113 years 1 month ago
StoryOf the Withering Feather francisraymonda...013 years 1 month ago
StoryGoodbye is, as it is... francisraymonda...013 years 1 month ago
StoryEpiphany of the dream francisraymonda...013 years 1 month ago
StoryDetails francisraymonda...013 years 1 month ago
StoryGamer's Guide to Love francisraymonda...213 years 1 month ago
StoryHow things work francisraymonda...614 years 10 months ago
StoryOh, why Poseidon?! francisraymonda...814 years 11 months ago

My stories

grazing on the prairies

Westward wind blows hot air once again. Up ahead, boulevards riddled with palm trees amidst a sea of sun kissed faces. and now as the engine bellows...

fireworks

Be the kind of light that your ten-year-old self would have waited all day in anticipation for. The kind that makes people stop and stare. The kind...

Luna, Selene, Chang’e, Artemis...

she called herself the moon, alone, and on the days she would wax and wane; forgetting the name commanded the tides, carried the footsteps of a...

silver linings

In a way, as someone who always bragged about making terrible life choices, you leaving was the best form of flattery you could have ever given me.

the parable of the moon

*/ “you tried. sometimes that’s more than enough.” –said the sinking sun to the moon who tried to quell the rolling tide. “but you’ll drown” –said...

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