JupiterMoon

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StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon812 years 8 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon312 years 8 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon612 years 11 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 1 week ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 1 month ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 1 month ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 2 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 2 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 2 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 3 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 3 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061413 years 3 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 3 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 3 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 3 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 3 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 3 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon213 years 6 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon413 years 10 months ago

My stories

birdman

birdman precarious, on dawn legs, sleep creaking like a jetty, you lean from your kitchen window, with that stoic determination that comes with age...

the stars are blurring tonight (for G.)

the stars are blurring tonight (for G.) strung high above us, the ice blue stars sparkle solitary and strong. there is comfort in their shining; hope...
Cherry

three forks

three forks summon up the boxes, it’s moving time again. i hinge my cutlery from a shared drawer, like loose teeth, i never imagined needing anymore...
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when waiting was sweet

when waiting was sweet i remember when waiting was sweet; when it was about the passing of time ribboned with excitement, gilded with promise. when...
Cherry

39 1/2

39 ½ i have touched the wall of the hospital where i was born – since being back here again – the unfamiliar red brick wall, cold and worn. i felt a...

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