cormacru999
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | One Day | Beeme | 12 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Darkness | Beeme | 11 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Thing Under The Chair | cormacru999 | 2 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | The prayer hacking scandal | The Other Terre... | 10 | 14 years 3 months ago |
| Story | How to Mummify Your Heart | arfellian | 3 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Lord of the Hunted | cormacru999 | 0 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Here With Her | cormacru999 | 10 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | God's Eye | cormacru999 | 6 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | For Friendship | cormacru999 | 5 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Love is like holding your head to an electric fan, real close. | maggyvaneijk | 33 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Final Thoughts | cormacru999 | 4 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Every Junkie Fears the Miracle | cormacru999 | 8 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Fingertips in the Dust | cormacru999 | 3 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | When it hits | Gunnerson | 8 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | Cherry worthy? - I think so. | Beeme | 2 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Silence | Beeme | 15 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Eyes or Wrists | cormacru999 | 2 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Now She is Six... | Silver Spun Sand | 26 | 14 years 4 months ago |
My stories
Fingertips in the Dust
I see fingertips in the dust From the last time I was suspended on this ledge. This blood has burned deep streaks in me, My scars throb with the heated drumming.
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Final Thoughts
I always knew you’d be the one The one who would leave. I knew it from the beginning. And I decided to dance with you anyway. So, This is Love then. Solitude & memories,
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Eyes or Wrists
We were right about where we came from. The spit & fire, nails & razors, The lashing of bicycle chains behind the knees, Father’s handprint bruised to the side of my face.
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Every Junkie Fears the Miracle
The miracle cure has come. But – What if Jesus himself looked you in the eye? Whether in the beginning, Your own genesis, bathed in sweat Wrapped in heated blankets
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Dreams for Christmas
When you sleep without dreaming In the arms of your beloved – Only then with the sun return. Perhaps you will remember me kindly, In my forest of bloody dreams,
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- 643 reads