JupiterMoon

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StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon812 years 10 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon312 years 10 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 3 weeks ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 1 month ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 2 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 3 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 4 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 5 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061413 years 5 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 5 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 5 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 5 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 5 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 5 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 7 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 4 days ago

My stories

reset barn

reset barn i need a reset barn a space of timber leaf and loam corded with shade and supple sorrowed solitude a waiting place more heart than home...
Gold cherry

with claws and beak

with claws and beak traffic spoons itself onto concrete before the mist has chance to warm up trains make leaning angles before animal snuffles...

lap

lap your gaze softens into the gym dropped ceiling as you beetle-back the lurid green stepper platform legs parted night black polyester cups you...
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Gold cherry

housewarming

housewarming it isn’t about avocado dips and craft beer plates nestled upon fresh pine or chrome pegs for outdoor suits soft-touch closure or the...

we don't need an autopsy to know that we're drowning

we don’t need an autopsy to know that we’re drowning beyond sight our waste bulges brick tunnels jam in the darkness all that we have left behind and...

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