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 1 month ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 2 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 3 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 8 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 1 week ago

My stories

emanating shuffle

emanating shuffle something is happening, between us. soft, delicate electricity, crackling between us as a silver promise. it feels safe and special...
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you can't just leave a noose lying around

you can’t just leave a noose lying around just inches away from the pavement, separated by a thinning, late summer hedge, a rope hangs bright,...

'HIGHLY FRAGILE'

‘HIGHLY FRAGILE’ It started as a joke; just something I said that made me smile. Then you came back with the :D face. But then I got to thinking...
Cherry

blackberries

blackberries too soon, trapped in the burn of a late summer there is nothing to fruit, just yet. too soon, the heat, holding autumn back, impatient...

for October

for October morning stumbles in, on legs buckled by a moonless night, as leaves scuttle along the gutters, in a dress rehearsal for newborn autumn...

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