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StoryMist samhennig49 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDeserted soil samhennig09 years 2 weeks ago
Storytrifecta maggyvaneijk179 years 1 month ago
StoryPeacekeeping Philip Sidney169 years 3 months ago
StoryCity samhennig59 years 3 months ago
StoryAnxiety samhennig19 years 3 months ago
StoryTime capsule samhennig79 years 4 months ago
StorySunday blues samhennig29 years 4 months ago
StoryFather's Day, Upstate New York 2014 nicola689 years 4 months ago
StoryRoutine samhennig29 years 4 months ago
StoryBOOKS ARE MADE OF PAPER moonphish49 years 4 months ago
StorySleepless samhennig89 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Deserted Soil samhennig09 years 4 months ago
Storyleaf and loam JupiterMoon59 years 4 months ago
StoryBad news samhennig49 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Silent Witness seashore299 years 4 months ago
StoryI Can See Around Corners rosaliekempthorne29 years 5 months ago
StoryHands samhennig69 years 6 months ago
StoryHer samhennig39 years 7 months ago
StoryEdges samhennig109 years 7 months ago
StoryBoris samhennig39 years 7 months ago
StoryBerrylands samhennig69 years 7 months ago
StoryFacebook samhennig39 years 7 months ago
StoryMiserable life samhennig19 years 8 months ago
StoryThe tube samhennig89 years 8 months ago

My stories

Rain beats

Rain beats incessantly, October here before September begun. A flood of feeling, Like Summer. Gone. Trees creating lines like broken glass Across...
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Poem of the week

Rainy day on holiday

Rain beats incessantly against the curved roof tiles, Seeping through cracks it bleeds into the cool pastel pink, creating patches of dark that...
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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...
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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...
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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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