JupiterMoon

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Storyfarewell, old black settee JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 7 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 10 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 11 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 12 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2514 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon114 years 1 month ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear914 years 2 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 2 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1114 years 2 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis414 years 2 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis714 years 2 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 4 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 6 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 9 months ago

My stories

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...
Cherry

Trwyn Du

Trwyn Du everything ancient, is held here. the stirring of seaward stones within the bog-black skerry song of night, moon-fringed; then silvered...

lineal

lineal that which we do, has gone before; we do it raucous, yet tender, and at times, unsure. sometimes, sheer and unruffled; other times, terrified...

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