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StoryPortrait of an artist, sleeping seashore256 years 10 months ago
StoryA Waste of Living Things Florian126 years 10 months ago
StoryHer eyes belonged to infinity lavadis286 years 10 months ago
StoryLetters of War: Preview RubenMiyazaki66 years 10 months ago
StoryGhostwriter hey_shrugsshoulders36 years 10 months ago
StoryThe day before the day before you died lavadis206 years 10 months ago
StoryTamarind Sharmily136 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Little Faces Pixie46 years 10 months ago
StorySisters colonel_hackney26 years 10 months ago
Storysomething and nothing sid316 years 10 months ago
StoryAUTUMN ROSE Linda Wigzell Cress216 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Way Ticket jolono196 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Inspector. TKMAX26 years 11 months ago
StoryJanuary blighters rock306 years 11 months ago
StoryDon't Forget to Play Pretend amglam16 years 11 months ago
StoryDon't Forget Your Family amglam36 years 11 months ago
StorySympathy for the Devil MS126 years 11 months ago
StorySilly Girl dtwellstead26 years 11 months ago
StoryClose-knit celticman96 years 11 months ago
StoryYou will not age well lavadis66 years 11 months ago
StoryAdequate Highhat216 years 11 months ago
StoryWatching the candle burn seashore196 years 11 months ago
StoryWeb of Stars - Entry 1 RJcreatives16 years 11 months ago
StoryYou are the last of them lavadis76 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Visit threeleafshamrock36 years 11 months ago

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My stories

Cherry

I have come here for your name

She had a half completed tattoo of a rose on her cheek which was red raw.
Poem of the week

Her eyes belonged to infinity

Her voice was grey green like the bruises the rain leaves on a forest floor
Gold cherry

The day before the day before you died

Such random acts of attempted murder were considered to be character building in those days
Cherry

The tear collector

You plucked the tears from my cheeks with a pair of entomologist's tweezers
Cherry

You will not age well

as if love was a quantitative thing like a group of pensioners huddled under a rain blasted shelter on the promenade in Eastbourne

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