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StoryWash Me Away Hope12328 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Soul Spirit Hope12319 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Darkness They Call Light Hope12329 years 9 months ago
Storywhisper aech29 years 10 months ago
StoryMonologue: The Widow Below the Stars Hope123110 years 8 months ago
StoryFinding Yourself Hope123011 years 3 months ago
StoryHumans Hope123711 years 10 months ago
StoryWatching As She Dreams Hope123111 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Holy Knight Hope123012 years 1 week ago
StoryOne Day Hope123112 years 1 week ago
StoryVeassen's Wonders Hope123012 years 1 week ago
StoryA Long Way To Go Hope123912 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Drummers' Meeting Hope123412 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Abandoned Hospital Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Old Man's Garden Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Bard Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe song of the robin Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is full of pain Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe dark dancer Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryHappy Girl Hope123012 years 2 months ago
StoryWe shone upon the wind braintrain212 years 2 months ago
StorySitting asdrawr55112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Girl With The Golden Hair Hope123212 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Dancer mcscraic212 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Dreamer Hope123512 years 4 months ago

My stories

Wash Me Away

Do you ever just look at the sea And want to walk in? Walk until walking Turns from walking to floating And then floating to sinking Then you're...

The Darkness They Call Light

I watched as the sun set behind the hills. It was getting dark and that was a good thing, it hid the truth of what lay before me. It hid the mess, it...

The Soul Spirit

I like watching people, they change so quickly. For a human, life may seem to take a while but for me time goes past like gusts of wind, feeding me...

Monologue: The Widow Below the Stars

Here I stand, alone again, upset again and missing you. I come here every night to visit, but it’s not how it used to be. Here in this graveyard, in...

Finding Yourself

I sometimes looked at myself in the mirror and regretted who I was. Not the way I looked, not really.... Or the way I acted, not often.... but myself...

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Very powerful and beautiful.

Posted on Wed, 07 Oct 2015

I found myself getting lost in this, it gets accross a lot even with how it is written.

As a performing arts student I would love to perhaps start a group project based around this or something similar. Would be very great on stage....

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