Jedediah-Smith

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryThanksgiving with Darren Wilson Jedediah-Smith210 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Slinking Varmint Jedediah-Smith010 years 9 months ago
StoryUntitled Jedediah-Smith010 years 9 months ago
StoryWaiting Jedediah-Smith011 years 1 month ago
StoryStratford Man (Part 2) Jedediah-Smith011 years 5 months ago
StoryStratford Man Jedediah-Smith011 years 5 months ago
StoryA Scene from "Guilty Parties of New Orleans," a Play in Two Acts Jedediah-Smith011 years 7 months ago
StoryFrom a White Rabbit Jedediah-Smith011 years 10 months ago
StoryA Different Prayer For Me Jedediah-Smith111 years 10 months ago
StoryWhere Nothing is Sacred Jedediah-Smith111 years 11 months ago
StoryLove Scene Jedediah-Smith211 years 11 months ago
StoryI Have a Question Jedediah-Smith912 years 10 months ago
StoryYouth Pop Jedediah-Smith312 years 10 months ago

My stories

Where Nothing is Sacred

My earliest memory of a daytime talk show is late at night. I was about seven years old, and I was in front of the television with my mother and teenage brother. It was getting to be my bedtime.
Cherry

I Have a Question

I have a question... A little boy playing on an indoor playground - a wooden one, dripping with paint, yellow red blue, on a rainbow swirl carpet, under rectangles you can push up on
Cherry

Youth Pop

There’s a person who shows up in photographs, flush with life. I have never seen so much life in one person. Tonight I like to imagine her in some old southern city

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