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StoryPythia samhennig47 years 2 months ago
StoryWriters' Retreat maggyvaneijk217 years 3 months ago
Storya place I never knew samhennig47 years 8 months ago
StoryBreaking the ice samhennig47 years 8 months ago
StorySmoker samhennig27 years 8 months ago
StoryThe desert samhennig27 years 8 months ago
StoryYears ago samhennig87 years 8 months ago
StoryI am the shore, You are the ocean samhennig97 years 8 months ago
StoryPeaches shoe87 years 8 months ago
StoryFutures falter samhennig77 years 8 months ago
StoryTreading water samhennig17 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dead Man's Garden Jane Hyphen127 years 12 months ago
StoryWonder samhennig98 years 2 weeks ago
StoryRSI samhennig18 years 1 month ago
StoryWhy is everything endless? samhennig08 years 2 months ago
Storyoxford circus samhennig18 years 2 months ago
StoryPhotos samhennig08 years 3 months ago
StoryNike samhennig58 years 4 months ago
StoryMist samhennig48 years 6 months ago
StoryDeserted soil samhennig08 years 6 months ago
Storytrifecta maggyvaneijk178 years 7 months ago
StoryPeacekeeping Philip Sidney168 years 9 months ago
StoryCity samhennig58 years 9 months ago
StoryAnxiety samhennig18 years 9 months ago
StoryTime capsule samhennig78 years 10 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Lone II

The small movement of your chest, each breath, the only sign. Walls dull, no fresh paint, messed up the finish round the corners, off-line, Rain...
Cherry

Lone

The small movement of your chest, each breath, the only sign. Walls dull, no fresh paint, scuffs in the corners a reminder of life. Rain beats...
Cherry

Constant presence

A notification, a green circle longing to be read, dread the thought of what's been said. Or what hasn't, isn't that the truth? Pen digs into the...
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Cherry

West Kensington

Through a long, thin row of PVC windows you can see two glass chandeliers hung close against the ceiling, clinging like barnacles so that people can...

kettle

The kettle whistles, ear piercing, punching through. Violence amid the silent afternoon. It reminds me of you.
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