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Storyfarewell, old black settee JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storyfoolproof JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storyfather, son and white lightning JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryElias and the King JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Also Shall Pass JupiterMoon713 years 7 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 7 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 9 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 11 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 12 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2514 years 2 weeks ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon114 years 1 month ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon314 years 1 month ago
Storyis this thing on? JupiterMoon214 years 1 month ago
StoryYou Breathe Jessiibear914 years 2 months ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 2 months ago
Storyfade JupiterMoon214 years 2 months ago
StoryY Unman JupiterMoon314 years 2 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1114 years 2 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis414 years 2 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis714 years 2 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 4 months ago
Storywhy people in Range Rovers always look terrified JupiterMoon314 years 6 months ago
Storythere's few things more tragic than a wasted condom JupiterMoon414 years 9 months ago

My stories

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
Cherry

Y Unman

Y Unman
Cherry

king for a day

king for a day there is a couple slurring their way toward the restroom. she has large golden breasts, swinging free of her crumpled dress. he has the slack-jawed grin,

greenland

greenland and beneath me, you lay like a fingerprint jewel. a world of white dreams, clasped to a quiet pause. man has not touched you here. like a wish not yet whispered,

baby capers

baby capers i knew a girl once, who kept a spunk jar. one that she filled from cold morning condoms, or spat leisurely from her hot mouth. originally, it had contained tartare sauce

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