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StoryWhite cotton samhennig212 years 6 months ago
StoryTruth HarryC912 years 7 months ago
StoryOn Turning 50 ralph412 years 7 months ago
StoryDecapitating Critic a102866512 years 8 months ago
CollectionSometimes samhennig012 years 11 months ago
StoryParejo samhennig612 years 11 months ago
StoryJibber samhennig212 years 11 months ago
Storyblackberries JupiterMoon413 years 1 month ago
StoryHope Aung S.K Min213 years 1 month ago
StoryLovers Avenue skinner_jennifer2713 years 1 month ago
StoryNot written samhennig213 years 1 month ago
StoryiGrounded iDrew513 years 1 month ago
StoryA portrait of a man, named he samhennig013 years 2 months ago
CollectionGrass samhennig013 years 2 months ago
Collectionchimneys samhennig013 years 2 months ago
StorySleeping Bag PurplePurplet913 years 7 months ago
StoryHoney Bee skinner_jennifer2114 years 2 months ago
StoryOnly we can walk away blighters rock1414 years 2 months ago
StoryLeonard maggyvaneijk1314 years 2 months ago
StoryA Downtown Pub Richard L. Prov...514 years 6 months ago
StoryResting my head against your bedroom door maggyvaneijk1614 years 8 months ago
StoryGrass samhennig914 years 11 months ago
Storygreen and gold samhennig215 years 3 weeks ago
StoryYou Said dazzz1er515 years 1 month ago
StoryI am an addict samhennig215 years 3 months ago

My stories

spring 2

I heard it again for the first time in a very long time, through cheap earphones while walking over uneven ground, wind clattering longstanding trees...
Cherry

Spring

I heard it again for the first time in a very long time, through cheap earphones while walking over uneven ground, wind clattering against...
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Commute

Tarmac crackles under tyres, a beat that plays along to the radio, songs of now creating a disjoint. Songs of now that reflect a past, passed down...
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Cherry

Foggy

The low hum of the electric radiator and the distant sound of a dogs deep bark become the silence they break; so consistent is their presence. Grey...

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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