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StoryCrick cabruce29 years 7 months ago
StoryLife's Soup cabruce29 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Dolls cabruce19 years 11 months ago
StoryFrom the Sun’s Rays cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryLara's Song cabruce69 years 11 months ago
StoryLeaving Mia cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryWhenever I kiss her, I always hear cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryUpon staring out my frostbitten window, the stars began to swoon cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryMind Matter cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryShe was once called Rapunzel cabruce09 years 11 months ago
StoryTick Tick Tock cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryFor Walnuts! cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryDark Tidings cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryCreeping Feeling cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryCones around the manhole cabruce210 years 9 months ago
StoryComing Soon cabruce210 years 9 months ago
StoryChance Glances cabruce210 years 9 months ago
StoryA question cabruce110 years 9 months ago
StoryA beating in my heart cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryA day before my daughter is born cabruce010 years 9 months ago
StoryWaiting cabruce010 years 11 months ago
StoryWaves Upon My Head cabruce010 years 11 months ago
StoryWorlds Will Collide cabruce010 years 11 months ago
Storythe Dog Lover’s Cat cabruce210 years 11 months ago
StoryParting Tears cabruce010 years 11 months ago

My stories

Crick

‘Hush your mouth,’ Mama said, wielding a wooden spoon, ‘the word is creek.’ But Mama creek is the dying sound of that which is already dead. Creek is...

Life's Soup

My mother cut a piece of meat from her arm. Tears poured from her face and blood spilled on the floor. My mother took her flesh and put it in the...
Cherry

The Dolls

1 With her last will and testament my aunt left me a china doll with hair of golden curl and baby blue eyes. 2 As a child she was locked away behind...
Cherry

From the Sun’s Rays

I was young, when I roamed the dance school’s halls in white socks, where music lingered in the corners, seeping into cracks in the wood floor, to...

Leaving Mia

for Jenni Schaefer She was a cruel mistress, who lived at the back of my throat, who stung my tonsils and stained my tongue, who pushed my head down...

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