Itane Vero

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StoryGod knows I'm good Itane Vero09 years 10 months ago
StoryThe man who wasn't there Itane Vero09 years 11 months ago
StoryPlease, don't be angry Itane Vero39 years 11 months ago
StoryTo what is happening Itane Vero29 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen light touches the earth Itane Vero010 years 1 month ago
StorySpace trip to Mars Itane Vero110 years 1 month ago
StoryThe potato eater Itane Vero710 years 1 month ago
StoryOnce all struggle is grasped Itane Vero010 years 6 months ago
StoryOde to uncertainty Itane Vero010 years 7 months ago
StoryLifeblood Itane Vero010 years 7 months ago
StoryInspiration (on the border) I.P. Itane Vero010 years 8 months ago
StoryThe last will be the first Itane Vero010 years 8 months ago
StoryThrough early morning fog (I see) Itane Vero310 years 8 months ago
StoryA time for everyone (I.P.) Itane Vero410 years 8 months ago
StoryThe whole world Itane Vero510 years 8 months ago
StoryCreation Itane Vero210 years 8 months ago
StoryLet there be light Itane Vero210 years 9 months ago
StoryStayin' alive Itane Vero310 years 9 months ago
StoryOpenings scene (I.P. Thanksgiving) Itane Vero410 years 9 months ago
StoryNight live (I.P.) Itane Vero110 years 9 months ago
StoryMusing at the kitchen table Itane Vero010 years 9 months ago
StoryStuck in the middle (I.P.) Itane Vero310 years 9 months ago
StoryDisarmingly Itane Vero010 years 9 months ago
StoryGoodbye Itane Vero010 years 10 months ago
StoryMake me feel like Fred Astair Itane Vero010 years 10 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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