JupiterMoon

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StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 4 weeks ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 4 weeks ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 3 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 5 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 5 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 6 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 7 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 8 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 8 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 8 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 8 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 8 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 8 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 8 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 8 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 10 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 1 week ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 3 months ago

My stories

Cherry

life is beautiful

life is beautiful: spider shadows moving long-legged slow over the ceiling, a lover’s hand reaching for your own as you fall asleep, a new Neil Young...

fogged at the tram park

fogged at the tram park blank faced machines, nestled like eels the shivering hiss of electric snaking through the air as an alarm call. travel,...

mackerel aids your baby’s vision

mackerel aids your baby’s vision fish glasses never work, they flip and flap and flop and flounder. the best thing, you can do, to help your baby,...
Cherry

the brown paper bag poetry club

the brown paper bag poetry club this small, musty room accepted our mould a long time gone. but rules live here; still-born memories once begun...

the sound of rutting badgers

the sound of rutting badgers i am awoken at 4am, by the sound of rutting badgers; their frenzied barking, and fence-splitting foreplay loud, in the...

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