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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 6 months ago
StorySaturday night/Sunday Morning JupiterMoon313 years 6 months ago
Storyearly sun over Hope Valley JupiterMoon613 years 9 months ago
Storyflutter JupiterMoon313 years 10 months ago
StoryAbigail Jessiibear1913 years 11 months ago
StoryGames People Play MistakenMagic2514 years 1 week 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 1 month ago
StoryWhere Butterflies Sleep Sooz0061314 years 1 month 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

Cherry

memory bisque

memory bisque the hot glow of metal, running loose beyond the window, brings back holidays: a kaleidoscopic L.A. freeway, glinting sun gold and teeth white. mine to visit,
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.

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