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StoryDead Man Walking (Part One) The Walrus211 years 3 months ago
StorySounds of It: Memories of Nowhere Land snuffy111 years 3 months ago
StoryA Diagnosis. MrBusDriver111 years 3 months ago
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StoryCh. 1 A Life Undetermined be11aluna211 years 4 months ago
Forum topicHelp - It's me again- that bloody nuisance Denzella! Denzella411 years 4 months ago
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StoryI am nothing but everything well-wisher511 years 4 months ago
StoryWitches Moon Wes711 years 4 months ago
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StoryMILK THE COW moonphish211 years 4 months ago
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StoryImpero StJimmy111 years 4 months ago
StoryOpen shellyberry311 years 4 months ago
StoryWinter Sparkle well-wisher111 years 4 months ago
StoryUnique (IP) Rhiannonw711 years 4 months ago
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StoryÉlodie maggyvaneijk1911 years 4 months ago
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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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