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Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 2 weeks ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 3 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 3 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 5 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 8 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2513 years 8 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 9 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 9 months ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon213 years 10 months ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear913 years 10 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061313 years 10 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon213 years 10 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 10 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 10 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 10 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 3 weeks ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 5 months ago

My stories

two winged bugs connected by a sex act

two winged bugs connected by a sex act at first i thought it was shiny dirt, something caught by the sun round southwest of my hot coffee. so i brought my eyes closer,

today being Thursday

today being Thursday today is a beautiful day. the sky is open like a book waiting to be written; with rather more gentle blue pages, than duck egg white. some of the leaves

a pause that isn't a pause

a pause that isn’t a pause a man throws five coins into the wishing well. there is little grace, each throw an agitated arc. in silence, he makes five quick wishes,

the dying of the £1 wasp

the dying of the £1 wasp trapped within a cheap card shop, closed tight, for the night, a wasp nudges the window over, and over, and over, straining for first light. struggling
Cherry

cat street

cat street these are the guards of my weekday mornings: soft hill beacons, paws neatly at rest. together like lips that have ceased speaking. arranged around my walk,

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