AngelsandEagles
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | Helen | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 12 years 8 months ago |
| Story | The Handshake | AngelsandEagles | 0 | 14 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Leeched | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Simon's Cello | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 4 months ago |
| Story | My Friend Jane | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Lesson Denial Blind Invisible | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Vanish my... | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Orange Cheese | AngelsandEagles | 5 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Weepin' | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Haven't You Heard? | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Windmill Machine | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
| Story | Mr. Sendson | AngelsandEagles | 2 | 14 years 5 months ago |
My stories
Distance from Abbey's Home
The depredation of her sadness; Reflects how far she is from home... Despite the transpirations of badness... Oh, how she'll miss the days to come-
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- 446 reads
Dreamscape
The caramel-coloured stream, Cascades along the grey matter, Tea-like baubles float along the dark squares. The white clouds below the land we stand on. The dark sky at where the chasm should be.
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- 389 reads
Sonnet
The only day she'll never forget is, The day he gave his first true confession; Her hand was held; entwined sweetly in his... A blissful moment without depression.
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- 541 reads
Vanish my...
Vanish, my depression... Let not the good people be troubled; Not by intention or suggestion; Be it not their burden doubled- Vanish, my transgression... Do they not feel taken aback?
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- 646 reads
Orange Cheese
Orange Cheese left on the table strewn, Off a plate, stringy and tender The little boy sat watching; Ants crawling and lingering; The air was musty and old;
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- 1098 reads