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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 6 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 4 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

Cherry

cigarettes at dawn for the poetry group

cigarettes at dawn for the poetry group the problem with writers, is that they are not as interested in each other’s work, as they claim to be. for beneath the polite

if this life is a library, we're sure quiet now

is this life is a library, we’re sure quiet now lives passing by have started to remind me, of borrowed people i no longer see. like a spill of yesterdays, leaking from a walled-up

fade

fade every early morning, i scrape down the last light from the constellations; stars, i feel suit my demands. sifting, rinsing them through shivering hands; sky wishes too hot to hold.
Cherry

an equator of traffic jammed

an equator of traffic jam back east, a low showing ramp stuck out like a tongue, pokes from a delivery suite. shackled in traction, automated birthing partners breathe out

words make walls

words make walls they are married, i gather, and have met for breakfast coffee. he settles behind a Guardian, and a look of disgust. she fingers a croissant, trying to catch the eye

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