JupiterMoon

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StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon312 years 5 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon612 years 8 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon312 years 9 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1912 years 10 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2512 years 10 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon112 years 11 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon312 years 11 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 1 day ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 3 days ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061413 years 3 days ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 5 days ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 1 week ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 1 week ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 1 week ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 1 week ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 2 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon413 years 7 months ago

My stories

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...
Cherry

pisces

pisces the cold of February, lazy-lidded and chill to the lip kiss, causes me to lose myself, in a pretence of Scandinavia. i don’t know where i am...
Cherry

more wink than worn

more wink than worn it’s a good one – all polished leather and clasps, aglint in the 8am sunrise. few scuffs, only creasing, light at the corners;...
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Cherry

heavier now

heavier now the green, has accepted its fold into a yellowed end; tawny decay, aflame at the edges. unstoppable. night reels heavier now, smudging...
Cherry

an armful of hopes

an armful of hopes words, have coop-flown scarce this year. i catch sight of them, clustering; a sweeping murmur for the blue hour. oftentimes, a...

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