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StoryCalling Kilb50137 years 2 months ago
StoryPoppies for my daughter seashore339 years 8 months ago
StoryIn a Green Grave hilary west99 years 8 months ago
StoryDeath cynthiae77012 years 6 months ago
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StoryDecember shopping Rhiannonw413 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Fruit Cake Twins delapruch414 years 2 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 6 cynthiae77214 years 2 months ago
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StoryI Breathe Shannan314 years 2 months ago
StoryDirty little footprints lavadis514 years 2 months ago
StoryYou are the last of them lavadis714 years 2 months ago
StoryI Am Still Me cynthiae77714 years 2 months ago
StoryCathedral Window. ScoZen1414 years 2 months ago
StoryGrave Obsession / Chapter 4 cynthiae77214 years 2 months ago
StorySpace maggyvaneijk2314 years 3 months ago
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StoryHope In A Strange Corner tcook2014 years 3 months ago
StorySilvers Wish Chapter 2 thecure114 years 3 months ago
StoryOver it! cynthiae77214 years 3 months ago
StoryWhat Happened Dad alfie1997314 years 3 months ago
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My collections

My stories

I Am Still Me

My father lost his sight in an accident when I was a child. I remember being scared and not understanding. This poem is an interpretation of my father explaining his blindness to me.

Grave Obsession / Chapter 6

Michael and Bryn receive a mysterious package.

Over it!

Tears falling from eyes unseen, distorted perceptions of what used to be a dream. Reality finally settling in, no longer searching for what could have been.

Death

Death has come knocking once again I don't know, should I let him in? He has been at my door twice already I send him away, I'm not ready. It's only a matter of time before he comes back

The Accident

Rain pounding, a wind howling roaring through the night. Clarity gone, a bitter tone replaced by a sinful fright. Red flows, a lifeless glow never again to see light. He cried,

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