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Storyprinciples of the angry fan delapruch214 years 10 months ago
Storyeasy listening delapruch114 years 10 months ago
StoryRoom Eight's the Geordie Silver Spun Sand1614 years 10 months ago
StoryHistory ekirstyh314 years 10 months ago
StoryStrange Places From a Strange Person IP ( again) L G Meadows1314 years 10 months ago
StoryWords From the Heart L G Meadows514 years 10 months ago
StoryLike What My Father Said MaggieG614 years 10 months ago
StoryI Did Not Dream in Far Fetched Themes ( I.P. ) MaggieG914 years 10 months ago
StoryCold turkey in a clinic with no name, 2000 (IP) seashore2114 years 10 months ago
StoryS&A caribou_214 years 10 months ago
StoryBeing Dead Graham Clifford214 years 10 months ago
StorySummer Butterflies hadley114 years 10 months ago
StoryA Tomato Plan Richard L. Prov...214 years 10 months ago
StoryPaper Feet ekirstyh314 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen he pulled the telephone out of the wall and slammed it into the filing cabinet lavadis514 years 10 months ago
StoryOn Believing the Unbelievable...(IP) Silver Spun Sand2614 years 10 months ago
Forum topicIs Correct Grammar and Punctuation Important? TheShyAssassin3014 years 10 months ago
Story“mathew” 6: 9-13 delapruch114 years 10 months ago
StoryMarvin The Pig's Schooldays marvin the pig614 years 10 months ago
StoryIn Memory ekirstyh114 years 10 months ago
StoryIn Praise Of Perry (US Governor) Mangone714 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Colour Blue Silver Spun Sand2214 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Unbelievable (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand914 years 10 months ago
StoryTo Deconstruct Such as This MaggieG614 years 10 months ago
StoryThose Days When Cliches Seem Appropriate MaggieG1014 years 10 months ago

My stories

Like What My Father Said

I stir the news, trying to mix the creamy fluff with all these dark brewings; an attempt to blend something closer to the truth than what I am drinking in. "Amnesty International,

To Deconstruct Such as This

My brother murdered a man. We wasted an afternoon over the telephone, and coffee, as I listened, and he talked. Being rubbed the wrong way is merely execution of sound,
Cherry

Those Days When Cliches Seem Appropriate

No one wants to approach writing ,geared in some grease monkey’s backyard, like a jacked up Yugo thinking it’s a Benz. When I was a child I salvaged a word from the side of the road.

Quaint from a Distance

From airy complacent perspectives, monkeys appear like angels. But when more lowly based, they are simply blind, deaf, and dumb. From an apathetic view, roofs seem quaint

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