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StorySounds of It: Memories of Nowhere Land snuffy113 years 3 months ago
StoryA Diagnosis. MrBusDriver113 years 3 months ago
StoryLight/Lifeline gingeresque113 years 3 months ago
StoryCh. 1 A Life Undetermined be11aluna213 years 3 months ago
Forum topicHelp - It's me again- that bloody nuisance Denzella! Denzella413 years 3 months ago
StoryInfinite Sky mgwalpole513 years 3 months ago
StorySugar and spice…and steel well-wisher213 years 3 months ago
StoryMidnight Miracle rtooveyw313 years 3 months ago
Storywarning behavior delapruch213 years 3 months ago
StoryI am nothing but everything well-wisher513 years 3 months ago
StoryWitches Moon Wes713 years 3 months ago
StoryJapanese Crane Silver Spun Sand2213 years 3 months ago
StoryFate II shoe713 years 3 months ago
StoryMILK THE COW moonphish213 years 3 months ago
StoryAn island of loneliness Highhat1213 years 3 months ago
StoryTree onangelswings1111413 years 3 months ago
StoryImpero StJimmy113 years 4 months ago
StoryOpen shellyberry313 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Sparkle well-wisher113 years 4 months ago
StoryUnique (IP) Rhiannonw713 years 4 months ago
StoryA South African Dawn InspiredWriter413 years 4 months ago
StoryÉlodie maggyvaneijk1913 years 4 months ago
StorySuperStar BoyFriend ilovejb213 years 4 months ago
Forum topicDepressives Anonymous? blighters rock1313 years 4 months ago
Story"As above so below" nannabot213 years 4 months ago

My stories

Cherry

A Maggy-Morning (IP)

This IP was too good to miss out on.
Cherry

Fat Girl

I’m big I’m broken I can’t change form the chemical cheese they feed me has slowly seeped into the hollows of my bones and I am so full
Cherry

All the women in my family smoke

I’m older now, coming to terms with gaps that can’t be filled the morning blinks into my room through wet windows and I promise I’m not crying
Cherry

Road-kill Beautiful

Based on the character of Tracey from "The Tracey Fragments" by Maureen Medved.
Gold cherry

One Shirley Temple and Five Pints of Stella

our little lives like hop scotch one day it’s crazy, the next day it’s not

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