samhennig
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Short Freestyle | pinda | 4 | 14 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Night | samhennig | 7 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The Question | samhennig | 10 | 14 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Shark | samhennig | 15 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Painted | samhennig | 11 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Are you ready to be in love again? | shoe | 17 | 14 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Who Knows | samhennig | 3 | 14 years 12 months ago |
| Story | The Mix | samhennig | 4 | 15 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Vissi d'Arte | Silver Spun Sand | 18 | 15 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Dust | samhennig | 6 | 15 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Let Me Go | catapillargirl | 3 | 15 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | mornings. | maggyvaneijk | 16 | 15 years 3 weeks ago |
My stories
I am the shore, You are the ocean
Lose concentration and let it slip, feel it fall along the sandy grain of your fingertips, I watch as it drops, and I watch as it hits, and I see when it stops on the bottom step, then see as it cracks, and begins to leak. It trickles round, down, between my toes, and looking up at you in the light of the doorway, you looking down at me in the dark water rising at the bottom of the stairs. It fills my mouth and it feels my lungs and it swallows my heart, and I am sand now, I am the shore, and you are water now, you are the ocean, and you stand and look down forgetting I was ever there. Lose concentration and let it slip, feel it fall along the grain of my fingertips.
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Grass
There is grass between my bare toes, there is heat on the back of my neck, and your sweaty hand is resting in my sweaty hand, but neither of us let go. That is all, nothing is spectacular.
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Night
Does something work here? Is there something that works? Will someone tell me? Is there something that works? Is there someone who cares? Is there someone who cares for the wandering night?
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The Question
This is a question of whom to blame And how we make our money. This is a question of how much shame We are willing to endure, For a word that is only that, A pretence of a feeling.
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Shark
Were you eaten by sharks, I would be sad, You would not be sad, You would be dead, So avoid the sharks, I don’t feel like being sad For the sake of a full shark.
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