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Story"Facebook" francisraymonda...912 years 3 months ago
Story"Anarchy" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"Dear Reader" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"The Man in the Roof" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"Motivation" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"Eco-friendly Epiphany" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"What the Nightingale Sees" francisraymonda...112 years 3 months ago
Story"Trapped" francisraymonda...212 years 3 months ago
Story"Bewilded" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Story"Bout the vulture-eyed man" francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHas anyone else had this problem? francisraymonda...212 years 3 months ago
Forum topicRE: Oh, why Poseidon?! francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
Forum topicRE: Of the Withering Feather francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
CollectionSongs We Ask Ourselves francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
CollectionGrim francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
CollectionLove poems francisraymonda...012 years 3 months ago
StoryNursery Rhymes: Know Your URL francisraymonda...012 years 4 months ago
StoryReality(?) francisraymonda...112 years 4 months ago
StoryOf the Withering Feather francisraymonda...012 years 4 months ago
StoryGoodbye is, as it is... francisraymonda...012 years 4 months ago
StoryEpiphany of the dream francisraymonda...012 years 4 months ago
StoryDetails francisraymonda...012 years 4 months ago
StoryGamer's Guide to Love francisraymonda...212 years 4 months ago
StoryHow things work francisraymonda...614 years 1 month ago
StoryOh, why Poseidon?! francisraymonda...814 years 2 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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