Itane Vero

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StoryStrange fruit Itane Vero06 years 2 months ago
StoryThat which does not kill us Itane Vero16 years 2 months ago
StoryWhat remains Itane Vero06 years 3 months ago
StoryNo greater harmony Itane Vero26 years 4 months ago
StoryThe art of cutting loose Itane Vero36 years 4 months ago
StoryInnocent tourist (I.P.) Itane Vero06 years 7 months ago
StoryDo you know who made you? Itane Vero07 years 2 months ago
StoryAdaptibility Itane Vero27 years 7 months ago
StoryWhat you see when you open the window Itane Vero17 years 7 months ago
StoryTrue nature Itane Vero27 years 7 months ago
StoryHalf moon Itane Vero17 years 7 months ago
StoryCloud in head Itane Vero18 years 2 months ago
StoryThe mirror Itane Vero18 years 3 months ago
StorySociety Itane Vero18 years 4 months ago
StoryThe border of earth Itane Vero38 years 4 months ago
StoryMilk and honey Itane Vero18 years 4 months ago
StoryProbing Itane Vero18 years 4 months ago
StoryThe door is ajar Itane Vero08 years 12 months ago
StoryCurriculum Vitae Itane Vero19 years 2 months ago
StoryOops, there goes gravity Itane Vero19 years 9 months ago
StoryGod knows I'm good Itane Vero09 years 9 months ago
StoryThe man who wasn't there Itane Vero09 years 9 months ago
StoryPlease, don't be angry Itane Vero39 years 9 months ago
StoryTo what is happening Itane Vero29 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen light touches the earth Itane Vero09 years 12 months ago

My stories

Who is without sin

“I’m sorry, but you can’t absolutely do this,” the man says as I close the toilet door behind me with relief. I look at him in surprise. Is he...
Gold cherry

Home is where the mind is

"Let me tell you a story," the salesperson begins. The words are not even out of his mouth before I know I am going to get ripped off. Deceived,...
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Cherry

My apologies to great questions for small answers

“I’M GOING TO JUMP ANYWAY!” says the man. A strong wind blows in his gray face. His glasses hang crooked over his nose, his gray hair dances on his...
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Cherry

Can you play with madness?

When Alma stopped talking, it was as if the sea had ceased to roar. As if the dogs no longer barked. As if the rain no longer pattered on the worn...
Gold cherry

The fickleness of new daylight

Honestly, I am not even fully awake when I discover a red-haired woman with a fire-breathing dragon tattooed on her neck sitting on my toilet. Okay,...

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