AngelsandEagles

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StoryCard Game AngelsandEagles013 years 2 months ago
StoryBurnt Sienna Leaves AngelsandEagles013 years 2 months ago
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StoryBlood AngelsandEagles013 years 2 months ago
StoryBleeding Only AngelsandEagles213 years 2 months ago
StoryApproval AngelsandEagles213 years 2 months ago
StoryAoife AngelsandEagles313 years 2 months ago
StoryAmbivalence AngelsandEagles013 years 2 months ago
CollectionPoetry AngelsandEagles013 years 2 months ago
CollectionProse AngelsandEagles113 years 2 months ago
StoryUntitled AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryRosseaux AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryOne Week AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StorySonnet AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Lemon Orchard Secret (SP&L) AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Bargain AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryI'm Sorry... AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryFrom the Eyes of a Murderer AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryDesideratia AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryFriendship Story Never Told AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryElysium AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryDistance from Abbey's Home AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryDreamscape AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryDreamcatcher I AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago
StoryFalling on Fountain AngelsandEagles013 years 4 months ago

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My stories

Helen

Here, her eyes spoke deader. Heart longs for yonder. Missing, just like her false teeth. Was her life meant for something more? Just because.

Burnt Sienna Leaves

“So, your favourite season has always been autumn?” Leaves rustle on a crisp autumn Monday morning...

The Handshake

The hand I shook with was wintrily cold, just like the coolness of laying your own body on the bathroom floor in the morning.

Rosseaux

There he goes, Rosseaux. Watching, witnessing, abhorring. Rosseaux walks and stops. Ardently, he imagines. With eyes closed, lashes tender, head tilted to one side.

One Week

Standing on a broken highway all alone, There's nobody with me since yesterday, I grab my guitar, played a song where feelings are all gone, I use a fishing net to catch a Monday,

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