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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 5 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 6 days ago

My stories

Cherry

handholds

handholds when you left, all redundant cooking and trembling tears, my future got mixed up in your hurried carrier bags; mislaid within your shampoo...
Cherry

plateau

plateau the only possessions shown in your bedroom window is a collection of thirteen paperbacks. from here, it is not possible for me to know what...

sola

sola each of us, sat alone in shivering boxes, made less fatal with predictable wall art; dented trinkets of teenage hope. sun-faded photos of...

skitty kittens

skitty kittens both of us similarly alone; adrift in the ready-meal aisle. avoiding home, as we sigh out the scent of early evening cider. we could...

bruise berry

bruise berry sipping wine through bruised berry lips, teeth bared moon yellow in wincing appreciation, he exhales slow grape. the amount in the glass...

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