samhennig
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | rain | samhennig | 4 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Night time tea | samhennig | 0 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Cages | samhennig | 4 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Expands | samhennig | 0 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | New year | samhennig | 3 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Anxiety | samhennig | 4 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Where I am living | samhennig | 2 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Clatter | samhennig | 2 | 2 years 5 months ago |
| Story | This time of year | samhennig | 0 | 2 years 7 months ago |
| Story | write me | samhennig | 3 | 2 years 8 months ago |
| Story | A poem for a pairing | samhennig | 4 | 2 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Scotland | samhennig | 2 | 3 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Dimension | samhennig | 3 | 3 years 6 months ago |
| Story | COLD | samhennig | 5 | 3 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Photograph | samhennig | 3 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The visit | samhennig | 5 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | salt | samhennig | 0 | 3 years 8 months ago |
| Story | SAD | samhennig | 4 | 4 years 2 months ago |
| Story | same | samhennig | 2 | 4 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Branwell Clinic | seashore | 42 | 5 years 1 week ago |
| Story | More | samhennig | 2 | 6 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Quarantine | samhennig | 8 | 6 years 4 weeks ago |
| Story | ghost | samhennig | 0 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Pieces | samhennig | 1 | 6 years 5 months ago |
| Story | forgive | samhennig | 3 | 6 years 6 months ago |
My stories
Winter mornings
Despite the broken blind on the Velux no light creeps in. The pain behind my eyes makes the day feel like it isn’t ready to begin. Feet so heavy as...
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The bench at the top of the hill
On a clear day you can just about make out the city clawing at the sky. A red light flashing, like a distant warning. Apart from that the...
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- 343 reads
Autumn
I watch ochre and auburn pass by, flashes of the countryside. Like fire, leaves turning make pictures in your mind of years gone. I watch on. Falling...
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Another
I am not writing this to write well, or to be right. I am writing it because I do not know what else to do. If we call ourselves, artists or writers...
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- 594 reads
You are
Even though the only sound you hear is a melody of birds; the ratata of a distant woodpecker. Even though the coffee carried in plumes that play in...
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