JupiterMoon

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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 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 9 months ago
StoryStrawberry Red JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
Storythe dying of the £1 wasp JupiterMoon113 years 10 months ago
Storystrangers sailing through a breakfast sea JupiterMoon313 years 10 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 11 months ago
StoryLove in a time of riots lavadis1113 years 11 months ago
StoryKorn lavadis413 years 11 months ago
StoryI am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty lavadis713 years 11 months ago
Storysnail JupiterMoon214 years 1 month 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

what would Biggins do?

what would Biggins do? when I find myself in times of trouble… it isn’t actually Mother Mary that comes to me, for in the horns of a dilemma, or brought up sharp at a crossroads,

carryon

carryon crunching down on a meal of gravel, my teeth, red raw and shattered, bawl with enamel duress. as i choke on bloodied regret. the ground caught my cheek in awkward landing.

stir-fry

stir-fry i am more alive sat on a bench listening to two girls, talking about survival and stir fry, than i ever will be inside an office.

the woodwork mirror

the woodwork mirror an ill-bred design, assembled from comprehensive impatience: awkward geometry, and timber bruises of a badly managed sanding machine. triple angled plinth,

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