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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 1 month ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 1 month ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 1 month ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 4 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 7 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 8 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 9 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 10 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 11 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 11 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 11 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 11 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 11 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 11 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 11 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 12 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 12 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 12 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 12 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 3 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 6 months ago

My stories

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...

olivia ♥ jesus

olivia ♥ jesus you approach shyly, in a pleated skirt too sensible for summer; too sensible for what crosses my mind. your perfect teeth and sky blue...

rhino

Rhino Between the neat borders of peonies and primulas, the jugs of Pimms turning warm in the afternoon sun and the relentless flanks of people-...
Cherry

gulls over Paris

gulls over Paris church bells fall mute, having turned afternoon into evening, and in the fade of the peal, the cry of gulls, as they take to the sky...

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