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StoryUnder the Greenwood Tree Malcolm Welshman212 years 5 months ago
StoryABC OCD - Finally Some Good News Overthetop14112 years 5 months ago
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Forum topicWriter's Block and Inspiration oldpesky1812 years 5 months ago
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StoryI wish I was a Butterfly Savx812 years 5 months ago
StorySecond Chances Beeme612 years 5 months ago
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StoryCleanse Beeme412 years 5 months ago
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StoryI felt like the bough upon she wanted to live. Mark Heathcote212 years 5 months ago
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My stories

Cherry

Ex chapter 4 - Daniel's mother is a mermaid

The sea could be, was magnificent, it took her breath away with every salt filled swathe and in that moment, for her, she knew it was more of a husband to her than Daniel’s father could ever be.

Love in a time of hope

know that with every ounce of strength and spirit I have and however lost I might be I will always find my way back to your side where my piece of the jigsaw fits
Cherry

Love in a time of riots

Shards of broken glass fell upon your shoulders And into your hoodie Like glistening amethysts Flecked in their reflected hearts With the blood orange glint

Our garden is full of pornography

you are another blade of grass so much less than the little men that stow away in its branches in nests lined with simplicity and impossible laughter

I am met at the crossroads by a horse of dangerous beauty

It is not the horse I fear, nor the crossroads, nor the rare beauty of the moment, but that she will never return and gone she will be lost to all but memory and words.

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