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StoryChapter One: Daisy maggyvaneijk1312 years 3 months ago
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StoryChapter Five: Matthew maggyvaneijk512 years 3 months ago
StoryBus stop. maggyvaneijk212 years 3 months ago
StoryBreathing to the music of a New York street piano maggyvaneijk2512 years 3 months ago
StoryBody maggyvaneijk812 years 3 months ago
StoryBlueberry Pie maggyvaneijk3212 years 3 months ago
StoryBeyoetiful maggyvaneijk2312 years 3 months ago
StoryBandages maggyvaneijk2512 years 3 months ago
StoryBad Habits maggyvaneijk1112 years 3 months ago
StoryAll the women in my family smoke maggyvaneijk1812 years 3 months ago
StoryA Maggy-Morning (IP) maggyvaneijk1712 years 3 months ago
StoryA christmas carol, kind of. maggyvaneijk2912 years 3 months ago
StoryA better version of ourselves maggyvaneijk412 years 3 months ago
Forum topicPoetry Cafe maggyvaneijk1912 years 3 months ago
Forum topicGoodreads maggyvaneijk1112 years 3 months ago
Forum topicsomethingeveryday maggyvaneijk012 years 3 months ago
CollectionThe Way We Were maggyvaneijk012 years 3 months ago
Collectionwaanzin of wijsheid? maggyvaneijk012 years 3 months ago
CollectionSydney maggyvaneijk012 years 3 months ago
CollectionThere used to be a father here. maggyvaneijk012 years 3 months ago
StoryMoonlight Sonata maggyvaneijk312 years 4 months ago
StoryRunaway maggyvaneijk012 years 4 months ago
Storylove a.lesser.thing412 years 6 months ago
StoryCheetah well-wisher212 years 6 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Chapter Two: Matthew

hit. Today was Sunday and he had completely forgotten. His leisurely plan of videogames and masturbation was going to have to be put on hold.
Gold cherry

Leonard

A waning heart drifts over London’s peaks sleepy concrete that makes me remember a boy, crazier than me
Gold cherry

Chapter One: Daisy

The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.
Cherry

Oceanic

and maybe they’ll find a piece of me they could take home to their parents and say this girl is strange but it’s easy for me to love her.
Gold cherry

Beyoetiful

We live in this city but our hearts belong to somewhere else. Slumped in our bedsit forgotten by the world two sad little astronauts sucking memories from a pipe.

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