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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | The Islanders | summerlands | 0 | 10 years 11 months ago |
| Story | The Dragon | summerlands | 3 | 11 years 6 days ago |
| Story | A Mindless Number-Punch | summerlands | 3 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Incredible Atomic Man | summerlands | 0 | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Wetter | summerlands | 0 | 11 years 12 months ago |
| Story | The Stir | summerlands | 8 | 11 years 12 months ago |
| Story | Life on Mars | Silver Spun Sand | 13 | 12 years 13 hours ago |
| Story | Dispensing | summerlands | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Mr. Pink | summerlands | 0 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Freida | summerlands | 3 | 12 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Robot Girl | summerlands | 0 | 12 years 2 months ago |
| Story | suspended | summerlands | 0 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Block | summerlands | 0 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | a photograph of summer (a sort of sonnet) | summerlands | 2 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Leaves | summerlands | 1 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Everywhere (3/3) | summerlands | 2 | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Story | Lunchtime in the cafeteria | summerlands | 2 | 13 years 7 months ago |
| Story | Everywhere (2/3) | summerlands | 3 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Everywhere (1/3) | summerlands | 3 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Sky Full of Stars | summerlands | 12 | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Silence | summerlands | 2 | 16 years 1 month ago |
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The Islanders
The log rots all on its own In gentle moments As the song of salt, The unlimited music, Carries it off, dot by dot. The song is meek and mild, And...
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A Mindless Number-Punch
Oh, vendor of my validations, I slotted coin after coin down your darkness, Ear pressed to your cold chest To hear a whisper of your machinations.
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The Stir
The Stir I was never Comfortable in the Body that I lived in, always protruding in funny Places, jutted back, skinny Height, bandy legs, stabby Voice...
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Wetter
Wetter A thousand screens a day - screams across high frequencies carve bleak, black furrows on face skin, screwed up in the dim room glows. The air...
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- 566 reads