JupiterMoon
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | early sun over Hope Valley | JupiterMoon | 6 | 12 years 7 months ago |
| Story | flutter | JupiterMoon | 3 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | Abigail | Jessiibear | 19 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | Games People Play | MistakenMagic | 25 | 12 years 10 months ago |
| Story | Strawberry Red | JupiterMoon | 3 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | the dying of the £1 wasp | JupiterMoon | 1 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | strangers sailing through a breakfast sea | JupiterMoon | 3 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | is this thing on? | JupiterMoon | 2 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | You Breathe | Jessiibear | 9 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Where Butterflies Sleep | Sooz006 | 14 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | fade | JupiterMoon | 2 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Y Unman | JupiterMoon | 3 | 12 years 12 months ago |
| Story | Love in a time of riots | lavadis | 11 | 12 years 12 months ago |
| Story | Korn | lavadis | 4 | 12 years 12 months ago |
| Story | I am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty | lavadis | 7 | 12 years 12 months ago |
| Story | snail | JupiterMoon | 2 | 13 years 2 months ago |
| Story | why people in Range Rovers always look terrified | JupiterMoon | 3 | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Story | there's few things more tragic than a wasted condom | JupiterMoon | 4 | 13 years 6 months ago |
My stories
heart attack Friday
heart attack Friday something about the nearness of the weekend, moves the hearts of a certain kind of man to frenzied beating, squeezed in the grip of the fading glow of the week:
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without
without you catch her voice, whispering why within wild waves. your tie still worn black a year gone. each cigarette is seven minutes of forgetting, (or not remembering)
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The Elegant Chef
The Elegant Chef Loneliness is like a soup without ingredients. Like a soup without stock; clouded water too deep for its own depth.
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Grayling Junction - Chapter Seven
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Grayling Junction - Chapter Five and a half
From the Spade to the Grave
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- 550 reads