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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Winter Without Snow Silver Spun Sand1013 years 2 months ago
StoryBarely Blue Silver Spun Sand2013 years 5 months ago
StoryHey...You! (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1413 years 6 months ago
StoryBRIDE OF PINOCCHIO moonphish713 years 6 months ago
StoryProperty Dark Fox213 years 11 months ago
StoryI Want Dark Fox213 years 12 months ago
Story'Percussion, Salt and Honey' Silver Spun Sand1714 years 1 month ago
StoryCome Springtime Silver Spun Sand1014 years 1 month ago
StoryLove in a Cold Climate Silver Spun Sand2214 years 4 months ago
StorySalut D'Amour Silver Spun Sand1414 years 5 months ago
StoryMood Indigo... Silver Spun Sand1914 years 6 months ago
StoryBed Six is Betty Brown Silver Spun Sand814 years 6 months ago
StoryJust Another Victim Dark Fox414 years 6 months ago
StoryABC for Zoologists Silver Spun Sand2314 years 6 months ago
StoryArtist's Impression Silver Spun Sand2614 years 10 months ago
StoryWith Her Without Her Silver Spun Sand1514 years 11 months ago
StoryMagpie Misery Mummy Penguin1314 years 11 months ago
StoryStick to the routine Mummy Penguin714 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Star Within Me Dark Fox514 years 11 months ago
StoryIn Reverie... Silver Spun Sand1614 years 12 months ago
StoryPresent Imperfect Silver Spun Sand2215 years 5 days ago
StoryOnce Upon a Time Silver Spun Sand2215 years 1 week ago
StoryFeathers in the night Mattbetts8415 years 1 week ago
StoryHer Rucksack Silver Spun Sand3215 years 1 week ago

My stories

Insomniac

The darkness surrounds me. The silence is deafening. Once again I lie awake with no particular reason why. I long for sleep, even crave it but it eludes me time and time again.

Property

A story of love and morals. Both are important but people once had to choose.

Love In The Stars

Sitting out under the night sky with the stars above me brings my soul peace, giving me the tranquillity that allows me to think. The phases of the moon mirrors my heart's reflections.

A Muse Part 2

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disapeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin.

Just Another Victim

A man haunted by his job.

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