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StoryLAX to Catalina, via Northridge paborama48 years 4 months ago
StoryAlithos Anesti. paborama08 years 5 months ago
StoryOrange bridge over the Sea paborama08 years 5 months ago
StoryAbbey Cat paborama58 years 5 months ago
StoryHire Purchase paborama48 years 5 months ago
StoryServer paborama58 years 5 months ago
StoryFastis paborama98 years 5 months ago
StoryThis Writing Life paborama18 years 5 months ago
StoryBuzz Driver paborama08 years 5 months ago
CollectionArgentum paborama08 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Musings of a Broken Heart Ellie Mwangi58 years 5 months ago
StoryNo 22 paborama48 years 5 months ago
StoryGhosts of the Leith Citadel alexwritings108 years 5 months ago
StoryChuffed paborama28 years 5 months ago
StoryPan and The Children well-wisher28 years 5 months ago
StoryHealer, Heal Thyself paborama28 years 5 months ago
StoryTaking Umbrage With a Sentence paborama08 years 5 months ago
StoryDustcart Sally paborama18 years 6 months ago
StoryShoes Off! paborama08 years 6 months ago
StoryFringe Theatre paborama18 years 6 months ago
StoryDreams Dreamt by Day or by Night paborama28 years 6 months ago
StoryHER NAME IS GRACE YaseminB18 years 6 months ago
StoryConnect 4 paborama08 years 6 months ago
StoryCome on Tae! paborama38 years 7 months ago
StoryAbigail paborama08 years 8 months ago

My stories

Sweet talk

She hands me the twist of cloth, filled with sugar. 'Granny Robertson has a sweetie for you, Sally.' I take the gift, and she hers. We suck between...

Conspumed

Like the ocean, her chat crashes Over my head and waves to signal Occasionally in case I have not followed Her chat like pebbles in the rip Are...

Rod and Staff

Who shepherds the Lord when he runs astray, Loses his shit in waters turbulent? Rules pertaining to mortals don’t apply: The Rod and Staff of...

Snoorking on the Moon

Hollow little footsteps I'm following, like miniature craters. The bouncers were not far ahead of me, I saw them from the rise. Coming here and...

Bees

Bees sing the history of those they have seen over walls, in bathrooms, and behind trees. A bee exists for each and every one of us. When the bees...

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