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StoryTrue love or is it true lust? pom99011 years 9 months ago
StoryPimp and whore pom99011 years 9 months ago
StoryMy night pom99011 years 9 months ago
StoryMemories pom99111 years 9 months ago
StoryAn unfinished conversation pom99011 years 9 months ago
StoryCONFLICT pom99211 years 9 months ago
Storybad poem pom99411 years 9 months ago
Story How I write pom99011 years 9 months ago
Forum topicWhat makes good poetry? pom993411 years 9 months ago
Forum topichow many of you want to/have got a degree in creative writing/creative nonfiction pom992211 years 9 months ago
Forum topicA technical question : How are number of 'reads' measured? pom99911 years 9 months ago
Collectionmy rants pom99011 years 9 months ago
StoryFor You pom99011 years 9 months ago
StorySurrender pom99011 years 10 months ago
StoryMaa (Mother) pom99011 years 10 months ago
StoryMemories pom99011 years 10 months ago
StoryHomecoming pom99011 years 10 months ago
StoryExpectation pom99011 years 10 months ago
StoryPeter Flaccid And His Non-Stop Erection (bedtime stories for the child inside) The Talisman412 years 6 months ago
StoryTawdry Teets And The Magic Boob Fairy (bedtime stories for the child inside) The Talisman712 years 6 months ago
StoryFreeedom .. denni11112 years 7 months ago
StoryMy shop pom99112 years 7 months ago
Storyendless is nothing notimetosleep612 years 8 months ago
StoryRape pom991012 years 8 months ago
Forum topicHello widdicombe81412 years 8 months ago

My stories

Rebellion

Alone, lost from the humdrum of the world, he sat in a dark corner of the room, watching his tears fall drop by drop on the ground and merge with the...

Once upon a poem

I once wrote a poem and kept in on the windowsill. I intended it to be a short poem but somehow I couldn’t complete it. Nothing came to my mind. I...

Lies

The moon doesn’t have a hare slapped against its face Nor does it smile down upon us And orange seeds, swallowed whole, don't grow into a tree in my...
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School Days

His white shirt and gray pants push through the morning rain The frayed straps of knowledge, hanging loose on a 10 year old back. A waiting father...

Environment

20 feet from the top, From where you stand, The rows of neat, weather coated apartments and the glazed windows reflect progress. 5 feet from where I...

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