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StoryHow do we get back Cameron N17 years 9 months ago
StoryKeith Cameron N27 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Boy Who Makes Your Nose Tingle Cameron N010 years 11 months ago
StoryA Poem About the Moon Cameron N411 years 3 months ago
StoryIn Your Light Cameron N211 years 6 months ago
StoryLonging for an Absolute Cameron N111 years 6 months ago
StoryJoy Like No Other Cameron N311 years 6 months ago
StoryA Lonely Overture Cameron N011 years 8 months ago
StoryFridays Cameron N011 years 10 months ago
StoryWelcome to the Sun Cameron N012 years 2 months ago
StoryUrban Oasis Cameron N112 years 2 months ago
StoryLittle Flower Cameron N212 years 2 months ago
StorySelf-Redemption Cameron N112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Men Are Doing Business Cameron N012 years 2 months ago
StorySmashed Cameron N212 years 2 months ago
StoryNothing but Letters Cameron N112 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Final Supper Cameron N012 years 2 months ago
StoryIn the Light of the Night Cameron N112 years 2 months ago
StoryI Don't Like It Here Cameron N312 years 9 months ago
StoryPain Like No Other Cameron N313 years 6 months ago
StoryFrom the Inside Cameron N013 years 9 months ago
StoryWhy did the star dust dance Mark Heathcote314 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Door: Chapter 1 Cameron N214 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Smashed

Owww. It hurts to touch. Stop. Don't even come near. Purple, blue, green, yellow, a rainbow of pain. Smashed. It's all my own fault, too careless to watch out for my own. Will it break?

Nothing but Letters

She sits and she reads and she reads and she reads and she reads and she reads. What can she not learn form her marvelous reading? She reads fairytales with kings and queens.

The Final Supper

The five days and four nights have passed oh so quickly. Sitting here looking into is eyes across the table, I regret ever displeasing him. His smile is infectious.

Urban Oasis

8:15, Running early; My legs are stiff and aching, yearning to amble down the well worn path set before me. I succumb and proceed. The air is still as if time stands still;

The Door: Chapter 1

She slowly and cautiously lifted the latch of the door. The handle was heavy in her hand. Maybe it was made of iron, or even steel. Whatever it was, the metal was remarkably cold to touch.

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