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StorySunday blues samhennig29 years 1 week ago
StoryFather's Day, Upstate New York 2014 nicola689 years 1 week ago
StoryRoutine samhennig29 years 1 week ago
StoryBOOKS ARE MADE OF PAPER moonphish49 years 1 week ago
StorySleepless samhennig89 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Deserted Soil samhennig09 years 2 weeks ago
Storyleaf and loam JupiterMoon59 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBad news samhennig49 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Silent Witness seashore299 years 2 weeks ago
StoryI Can See Around Corners rosaliekempthorne29 years 1 month ago
StoryHands samhennig69 years 2 months ago
StoryHer samhennig39 years 3 months ago
StoryEdges samhennig109 years 3 months ago
StoryBoris samhennig39 years 3 months ago
StoryBerrylands samhennig69 years 3 months ago
StoryFacebook samhennig39 years 3 months ago
StoryMiserable life samhennig19 years 4 months ago
StoryThe tube samhennig89 years 4 months ago
StoryLuton samhennig109 years 9 months ago
StoryAt The Café Bee179 years 10 months ago
StoryAn evening in Amsterdam samhennig19 years 10 months ago
Story"Hi" maggyvaneijk1310 years 8 months ago
StoryColdplay wordplay wedding day samhennig1110 years 9 months ago
StoryCranes samhennig110 years 11 months ago
StoryTrain stop samhennig510 years 11 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Untitled at the moment. Chapter 1 maybe?

His heart is clawing against his ribcage, trying to find a gap big enough to break through. The pain in the depth of his neck suggests he has slept...

Expands

The landscape expands, rushing over undulating roads it is hard to appreciate the shades of blue, the sparrows silhouettes, the tree's claws grasping...
Gold cherry

rain

Rain sews stitches in your vision, obstructed views. Steam flows in ribbons twisting upward from the lip of the scummy kettle, thick, white, hardened...
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New year

There is so much that can happen, so much that could be, flat out refuse to make such a statement of possibility, rain hits the window, adding...
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Cherry

Clatter

Bikes clatter as they pass beneath pools of lamplight which sporadically fall, warm circles revealing cobbled streets, while shadows cast long. Late...
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